‘Lawn
order’ in the Land of Oz
Yesterday morning (a Monday) was cold and dark as I started off for the office
on my favorite old Peugeot PX-10 bicycle. After several months of patient
waiting for the early AM to gradually become brighter, my pleasure in being
able to finally pedal off to work in daylight was once again dampened by the
mindlessly dumb daylight-savings time adjustment we continue to endure in
California. Plunged back into darkness and forced once more to hope my expensive,
professional quality cycle lighting system will keep me ‘viewable’ by the idiot
motorists using the street my commute route bike lane runs along, I was in
anything but a pleasant, happy mood on this particular Monday.
The temperature was a cool 38 degrees and of course
there was a stiff headwind complicating things, since in Sacramento the
prevailing wind at dawn is southerly and in the late PM it reverses to a northerly
flow (due to natural heating and cooling characteristics of the Sacramento
valley). While this means nothing at
all to someone comfortably ensconced in a late model, climate-controlled
automobile, it means everything to someone
struggling along on a bicycle, since if you commute on a bicycle in Sacramento
on a North/South line (as I do), you always
have a headwind to fight. Bad enough in clear, warm weather, in the winter
months and after adding all the other usual bicycle commuting hazards to the
formula (cold, rain, negligent motorists, debris on the bike lane, et al), a
headwind can frequently be just a complete pain in the nether extremity to
contend with and make an otherwise ‘doable’ commute into a nasty annoyance.
The route I take is normally pretty straight, running
about 5 miles north from the residential area I reside in to the State Capitol
complex downtown and the adjacent Treasury Building where I work. Along the way
there are a few stoplights and a number of intersections regulated only by
4-way stops. Only one or two of them are traffic-light controlled major
intersections frequented by regular and somewhat heavy traffic.
Since I leave the house at 0630 every morning, and given the infuriating
regularity of the twice-yearly daylight savings time adjustment, I most often
travel to work in the pre-dawn darkness. Given the fact that I am (and have
always been) a ‘safety nerd’, with many decades of experience both on bicycles
and on motorcycles, and also a safety consultant in aviation and aerospace
affairs, no one needs to remind me of the risks attendant to those of us who
attempt to live the philosophy of hewing to alternate means of transportation
(to the automobile) whenever possible. Consequently, I operate my two-wheeled
vehicles (and my four-wheeled ones as well) in an extremely responsible and
constrained manner. In my car, I’m one of the rare drivers who always stays in
the right (slower) lane whenever able, obeys speed limits (posted limit + 5
mph, more or less), unfailingly yields to pedestrians and is consistently mindful
of the fact that I am driving a 4000 pound beast that can kill in a heartbeat,
if not carefully operated. I expect the same level of applied responsibility
from others, although it’s admittedly unrealistic to expect others to conform
even minimally to my high personal standards of responsibility on the streets
and roads.
When I’m on a two-wheeled, human powered machine,
however, I am acutely mindful of the fact that it’s equally unrealistic to
consider bicycles and automobiles as equals and therefore subject to exactly
the same standards of operation on streets and roads. After all, the difference
in power, speed and weight alone between the two transportation modes is
extraordinary. A bicycle weighs about 20-25 pounds and its fragile, exposed
rider weighs between 100 and 150 pounds for a total mass weighing generally
less than 200 pounds. Compare that to an automobile, weighing on average
between 3 and 6 thousand pounds that protectively arrays a cushioning cocoon of
metal and plastics around its driver and/or passengers. It really doesn’t take
a rocket scientist’s brain to figure out that any collision between a car and a
cyclist is going to put the cyclist in a world of hurt and any cyclist who
doesn’t understand that is simply
road-kill waiting to happen. Of course, given the chronic state of
situationally distracted awareness that typifies so many younger electronic gizmo-obsessed
individuals these days (whether on foot or in vehicles), one sees a large
number of cyclists who drive in a manner perfectly reflecting that detached
reality they exist in.
Every day I pass other cyclists who exhibit absolutely no evidence of concern
for the many dangers cyclists face on the street. One can see these innocent
souls wandering and weaving all over the roadways in downtown Sacramento as if
completely unaware that there are others in the vicinity (either on foot or in
vehicles). I’m personally convinced, from my frequent observations of them,
that in the alternate universes they seem to inhabit they are that universe’s sole inhabitant. To say it scares me to
see this sort of obliviousness is understating things, but as I said, I am the
trained and disciplined ‘safety nerd’ for which nothing passes unnoticed.
Blowing through stop-sign regulated intersections (and even red light
controlled junctures) seems to be nothing but a lark to many of these blithe
spirits, and in fact sometimes it almost seems as if it’s a challenging game
for them to barely squeak past the safe limits of the possible in doing so
(with other vehicles present).
Given the fact that in addition to the effects of immaturity and ‘adolescence’
that these people manifest there’s often also a notable element of anarchic
resistance to authority implicit, I generally agree that they pose a risk not
only to themselves but to everyone else near them on streets. Getting the
message across to these souls to drive safely and responsibly on bicycles is
admittedly a major challenge with substantial ramifications for both general
public safety and for law enforcement agencies.
In an attempt to try to understand partly the rationale
whereby irresponsible cyclists operate the way they do, I have an advantage
non-bicycle riding motorists do not: I can understand (at least to some extent)
why they make violation of stop-signs and lights almost a ritual. Immaturity
and anarchic tendencies aside, it has to do with the basic laws of physics.
That is, energy, weight, mass, speed, momentum and all the rest of the interactive
physical laws so many of us hated to be forced, as students, to learn about in
school.
Lacking a handy-dandy 200+ horsepower engine and
stop-on-a-dime disc brakes, a cyclist has only his muscles and metabolism to
rely on. Muscles, without religiously strict training and conditioning, are
notorious for being inefficient, if overtaxed or overused. On a bicycle, given
that most cyclists are anything but trained triathletes, physical acts of
stopping, starting, gaining speed, fighting headwinds & cross-drafts, and
the whole range of dynamics cyclists contend with can quickly become
overwhelming and exhausting. To a cyclist, therefore, the primary name of the
game is ‘maintaining momentum’. That translates to conserving as much physical energy as possible. If he can obviate
the need to stop (loss of energy, speed and momentum) at a stop-sign and
thereby avoid having to regain what has been lost (through renewed, increased application
of physical exertion), the cyclist also avoids (at least to some significant
degree) a substantial burden of fatigue. Artful management of approaches to
these stops and departures from them is one way of dealing with this problem
and it helps to partly explain why so many cyclists do not comply with what are
undeniably statutory ‘laws’ that require
(at least in California) cyclists to observe the vehicle codes exactly as do motorists. That is, if
there is no observable traffic in the immediate vicinity, although it may be
‘illegal’ to go through a stop-sign without stopping, it may not be
extraordinarily unsafe to do so. If there is
traffic present, on the other hand, common sense, ordinary prudence and applied
analysis all demand that a stop is the wisest choice to avail. Distilled to its
essence, ‘risk management’ is what it’s all about, but that supposes that
everyone operates their bicycle with due diligence and deference to common
sense and basic situational awareness. Unfortunately, as we all know,
individual bicycle riders are anything but uniform in their reflexive capabilities,
motor skills, coordination, levels of alertness and general awareness. In other
words, it’s a ‘great idea’ in the best of all possible worlds; here on chaotic,
quirky, eclectic earth, it may not so easy to accomplish!
I think it’s worth noting that despite the fact that
cyclists persist in ‘breaking the law’ in terms of strictly abiding by traffic
regulations (like stop signs) due to immaturity, personal anarchisms and/or
other causative factors, it isn’t often recognised that by refusing to stop
religiously at stop signs, cyclists are unconsciously also expressing their
contempt for the absolutely wrong-headed notion that bicycles and automobiles
are equals (as codified in the
California Motor Vehicle Code) on the roadway.
Looked at from a comparative viewpoint, some laws are
just unenforceable and should never have been passed and codified to begin
with. ‘Lane-splitting’ by motorcycles is one of them: entirely legal in
California, but unquestionably incredibly dangerous and risky beyond reason.
Prohibition of cell phone use and/or texting is an equally unenforceable law,
since given the law enforcement resources available to control that behavior
it’s absolutely impossible to alter existing cell phone abuses under the
existing laws. Citizens are, mindful of that limitation, ultimately the
arbiters who dictate realities…not
legislators who have felt the heat too often from constituents vehemently urging
that ‘there outta be a law!’ Then too, just because something is
legally codified by a legislative act doesn’t mean that it is automatically
right or correct. In fact, a law may even be illogical and completely devoid of
reason, but not if a majority of people elect to decide otherwise.
The foregoing mindset produced the hilariously
unrealistic (perhaps even insane) philosophy that states ‘cars and bicycles
must share the road equally’ and it is dangerously deluded thinking like that
which has resulted in automobiles and bicycles mixing it up so catastrophically
in today’s modern metropolitan areas. Of course, as I have pointed out many
times previously (in other venues), the primary reason why this bizarre
‘equality’ has been foisted off on the public is because legislators do not
want to spend any more money than they absolutely must in response to pleas
from cyclists to establish safe alternatives to motor vehicle transportation in
the United States. America has been constructed in the model of an economy
focused on and supported by vehicular transportation ever since the
introduction of the automobile and today there’s too much power and money
behind perpetuating that status quo for interest groups like cyclists to fight
effectively. Motor vehicle industries and their related collaterals, along with
the petroleum industries, are today simply too broad-based and well established
to effectively resist. You may recall that it was General Motors that
essentially sounded the death knell of the existing rail systems in the 20th
century, eliminating light regional rail transit in cities along with much of the
established national rail infrastructure so that the trucking industry could
take over as the primary cargo carrying enablers in the US. Today, aside from
being almost the sole provider of interstate cargo carrying services across the
country, it is trucks that are progressively destroying our costly road systems
with their extraordinary weight (and further contributing disproportionately to
our regional air quality due to pollution exemptions for diesel powered
vehicles). How cozy is that, eh?
My point is that given the monumental economic power
vested in today’s motor vehicle and truck-transport dominated economy, what
chance do poor recreational cyclists have to pit themselves and the relatively
healthful ‘clean energy’ of human muscle power against these behemoths? Virtually none.
Given also that modern American politicians are, as a
general lot, among the most snivelingly spineless and morally craven elements
of our entire civic social structure, it would be unrealistic to believe even
for a second that any one of them would risk alienating their constituents by
taking a stand against nasty old mainstream ‘corporatism’ in favor of exploring
human powered alternate transportation options (such as constructing physically
SEPARATE bike lanes and trails, removed from existing roadways and streets…or
at least separated to a safe degree from vehicular traffic, rather than by a
simple painted white line that motorists ignore whenever it suits their needs).
Given the above circumstances, and well mindful of the
fact that in the larger scheme of things bicyclists will ever be the losers and
motorists are always the ultimate winners, I should say that I personally
operate my bicycle in a manner that I feel best protects me, insures my safety,
and helps to ‘equalise’ the gross disparities that exist between cars and
bikes. That personal philosophy prompts me to ride through stop signs whenever
it is safe to do so (i.e. no visible traffic in the immediate vicinity) and to ride
briefly on stretches of (prohibited) city sidewalks when risking a ride in the
street would be akin to elective suicide (given large numbers of speeding
vehicles in close proximity). The dictates of prudent risk management demand
exercising a high level of situational awareness at all times on a bicycle and
analyzing conditions constantly, so as to be able to make timely correct
decisions and act accordingly. After all, the ultimate aim of any cyclist is to
avoid having a 4 to 6 thousand pound motorised killing machine occupy the same
space he is in at any particular moment while moving. This usually translates
to ‘avoidance’ and ‘physical separation’ (i.e. distance), in a functional
context.
Granted, these skills don’t come to all with equal
ease. In many cases they are the result of decades of experience and
familiarity with a wide range of possible situations. As General Chuck Yeager
once famously observed (in part), when someone asked him whether or not he
thought he had ‘The Right Stuff’ (alluding to author Tom Wolfe’s 1979 book of
the same name, about the US space program): “…the
main reason why I’m a better pilot than most is because I have excellent
eyesight and a lot more flight hours than most other pilots. If there’s any
such thing as ‘the right stuff’, it’s purely experience.”
Naturally one can’t institutionalize or regulate
something like experience. Most new drivers have none at all when it comes to
sitting behind the wheel of a car and it is just as true for bicyclists and
motorcyclists. Aside from the basic (and critical) recognition that exposure to
a motor vehicle on a bicycle is always an implicitly dangerous and risky
undertaking, there’s no effective way of instilling experience in motorists and
cyclists other than by virtue of endless hours of applied vehicle operation.
That said, and fully mindful of all the range of
factors facing cyclists (both motorcyclists and bicyclists) on todays crowded
and cramped public thoroughfares, I justify my own personal bicycle riding
philosophy on the basis that it ‘works for me’ to protect me as well as can be
hoped for. When obeying something like a very minor traffic law (such as coming
to a full stop at a stop sign, with no other traffic in sight) is either
nonsensical or actually puts me at risk,
there’s no guesswork involved in how I will operate my cycle. Although it may
sound ironic or even paradoxical, as a thinking, analyzing, rational and
discriminating individual, I will take whatever steps staying safe require. And
when the risk is so minimal as to be statistically irrelevant, I will deliberately ignore a law from time to
time on my bicycle without so much as a second thought.
Clearly and obviously, I am speaking strictly to the
issue of staying safe on a fragile bicycle on a road engineered and built for
motor vehicles that outweigh me 35 to 1. I do not advocate ‘bending’ or
‘tweaking’ existing vehicle laws while operating motorcycles and automobiles,
and anyone who thinks it is ‘safe’ to do so is, in my opinion, seriously
deluded, given the distractedness and sheer incompetence that characterise most
individual’s motor vehicles driving abilities these days. Machine against
machine is at least more equal, but machine against human organism? Never.
Mindful of the above, I am sure that the average
motorist views this sort of selective behavior as dangerously deviant, given
the fact that the public have been so completely conned into actually believing
in the statistical equality of
bicycles and cars. The old “Well, if he
can do it, why can’t I?” attitude quickly surfaces (a product of our naïve
interpretation of exactly what a workable definition of ‘equality’ in American
democracy actually is) in a motorist’s frontal lobe when he sees a bicyclist
‘violating’ the laws he has been told he absolutely MUST obey without fail, not realizing that the Army tank he’s
driving is the reason. I can empathise with such simple-minded earnestness of
course, since the average guy, in addition to being largely controlled by his cojones, is just not quite up there in
the Einstein category of analytical thinker; my violating a ‘law’ in this
manner will definitely have an adverse effect on this simpleton, who will
likely simply store this away in his cache of grudges against ‘them damn bicyclists’ to use the next
time he needs to yield to one or to accord a cyclist his legitimate roadway
rights. That’s unfortunate, but I simply can’t live my life for others in that
regard. I retain the right to operate my bicycle in a manner that will keep me safe, not the several hundred
thousand other cyclists who may subsequently run into this easily irritated, overly
reactive pick-up driving citizen.
OK, I’ve gone on about this subject for several pages.
It’s probably way past time to explain why. The answer involves a certain
Sacramento ‘bicycle cop’ named Officer
Dumbhead (not his real name) whom I encountered about a half block from my
office on the dark, cold and gloomy Monday morning I mentioned at the beginning
of this piece.
I had just finished navigating my usual route and was making the final 1000
yard dash up a one-way street that is during the day a perilous street to be
caught on riding a bicycle. Situated between my Treasury Building and the west
steps of the State capitol, it has a posted 25 mph speed limit and is crossed
by pedestrian crosswalks that allow access from the Capitol to our offices on
the other side. Known as a venue for reckless disregard of the speed limit here
by motorists on this stretch of street, I usually try to spend as little time
on it as possible and maintain a pretty good clip (since speed is your friend,
when surrounded by fast vehicles; slow objects are more like sitting duck
targets than co-equals to motorists).
I was cold, irritated, and looking forward to getting
into the warmth of our building when I heard “bike rider!” Otherwise all
alone on the street (it was, of course, still dark in the early morning), I
glanced about quickly and there was Officer
Dumbhead, 220 pounds of pure Jimmy Dean sausage on a police mountain bike,
frantically trying to keep up with me and motioning for me to stop. OK.
Pulling over to contend with this idiot minion of the
law, I tactfully ignored the fact that he was red in the face and sweating as
he glared back at me, and said “Good
morning officer,”
mentally bracing for the obligatory ‘lecture’ that would surely follow. Despite
the fact I’m 66 years old (but in the physical condition of 30 year old), he
obviously thought I was just another young punk, since it’s hard to make things
out clearly in the pre-dawn dark under a bicycle helmet and ear-warmer.
Exactly on cue and fully to expectations, Officer
Dumbhead spent a good minute reciting all the infractions he had observed me
committing over the past several blocks along my route. They included ‘running’
three stop signs, crossing against a red light (although there were no cars
anywhere in evidence on the streets), and traveling 50 yards on a section of forbidden
sidewalk (heavens!). “Laws are laws”,
quoth the good Dumbhead in all earnestness. “You
must obey them like anyone else or you WILL be issued a ticket!”
I know the drill, of course. I’ve encountered this
particular oaf a time or two before, although he clearly didn’t recognise me.
Trying my best to appear obsequious and apologetically compliant (not easy in
the near total darkness) under my shadowed helmet, I nodded and acknowledged. “Yessir, Officer. I didn’t realize that.
Thanks very much for that…um…information. I’ll try to be more careful. Yessir,
sir!”
So saying, Dumbhead reattached his beefy haunches to
the seat of his mountain bike and veered off with the virtuous earnestness of
an RCMP Dudley Do-right, doubtless
searching for other bicycle miscreants on the all-but-deserted streets to
harangue and threaten about their ‘unlawful behavior’. While all this had taken
place, not a single solitary other (motor) vehicle was to be seen, although
there were a few other bicycle commuters about, and the horizon was still dark.
One got the distinct impression that in the quiet early morning hours the
rapists, meth addicts, purse snatchers, homeless and schizos who occasionally
habituate this area during the day (and constitute a GENUINE threat to public
safety) were not yet in evidence, providing Dumbhead with a certain leisurely
time-frame within which to work out all his accumulated irritations, gripes and
biases against cycle riding anarchists (his impression, not mine), since there
was apparently nothing else for him to do, yet.
Needless to say, that encounter with Officer Dumbhead did
not start my day off favorably and the more I mulled this all over, the more
pissed off I got, since in these extremely difficult economic times there are
without question far more important
things to allocate scarce law enforcement budget resources on (such as gang violence,
drive-by shootings, murders, home break-ins, car thefts, high-speed car chases,
and violent crimes in general) than on harassing bicycle commuters who are just
trying to get themselves safely to work on the mean (and completely empty)
pre-dawn streets of Suckatomato.
Sadly, this sort of misdirected emphasis by law
enforcement all too well characterises the sort of misconceived black and white
‘lawn order’ that we have in America today. Instead of sweating the small and
unimportant stuff (of which this serves as an excellent example), we need to
redirect our LEOs’ activities back to the really serious issues facing our
communities. Bicycle cops are a great idea for certain occasions and in certain
places, of course, and when the idea first caught on of using bicycles for
police work, I felt it was positive step forward. After all, these are fellow
cyclistas, aren’t they? Instead of colorful jerseys and Spandex, they just wear
blue uniforms. Ha-ha! Wrong! Make no mistake about the fact that the same sort
of narrow-minded, rigidly moralistic value system you find in the heads of regular
police officers also occupies the small craniums of the bicycle cops. Sadly,
Officer Dumbhead’s redundant admonishments have merely further contributed to a
long-lingering distaste of mine for the law enforcement community that began
back in Berkeley, in the late 60s.
It will take me a while to work off the feeling of
righteous irritation that this encounter has left me with, made all the more
frustrating because transportation is a very sore issue in this capitol of one
of America’s largest states, and vehicular parking in the downtown area has been
an near impossibility for almost a decade now. Bicycle commuting, in contrast
to the far worse and extremely vexing hassles of trying to drive a vehicle to
the office, at least confers health benefits and regular exercise…even if it
carries a far higher risk of personal injury and accident. To reflect that
those positive benefits now have a sort of aesthetic gloom cast on them by
Dumbhead and his bicycle patrol buddies is vaguely discouraging and somewhat
depressing, since the overall impression left by this sort of niggling
pettiness on most bicyclists is that society seems to be doing as much as it
can to discourage what is otherwise a liberating and very beneficial
undertaking: using human powered transportation to help address the obsessive fixation
on auto culture that we Americans have been socialized since birth to exist
within.