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Sep 25

Bike theft is serious

Posted on Thursday, September 25, 2014 in Uncategorized

Lock your bike.

Lock your bike.

There was a time when horse rustling led to a hanging. Today, grand theft auto carries a similar weight, although hangings are out of vogue. Throughout history, stealing someone’s transportation is a serious offense.

The penalty for bike theft is typically minor, but rampant bike theft  is a major deterrent to bicycling.

When I advise people to register their bicycles with the police, I hear, “That’s a waste of time.” They believe that stolen bikes are not recovered by the police, or that when they are recovered, the police make no effort to return the bikes to their owners.

In fact, many bikes are recovered. Sometimes a bike is stolen for immediate transportation and abandoned near the thief’s destination. The police will end up with this bike and if it is registered, they will notify the owner. Most of the time, that is not the happy ending because the bicycle isn’t registered or the registration contact information is out of date.

It’s not enough to register your bike. If your contact information changes, you need to update that with the police.

It is true that registration has limited effect. Many bike thieves are just looking for transportation. But some bike thieves operate a business. “Professional” bike thieves know that it’s a mistake to steal and sell bikes in the same town. Since every town’s registration process is independent, it’s easier to steal a bike in one town and sell it in another. To ensure that the bike isn’t stolen, a buyer would have to check the serial number with every municipality in the entire nation and beyond! A standardized registration system with registration occurring at the point of sale, as is done for cars and, in Denmark, for bikes, would inconvenience professional bike thieves.

Stolen bikes are big business. Stolen bikes are as good as cash for drugs. Stolen bikes are even shipped overseas. But stolen bikes hurt the bicycle industry.

Because bike theft is so pervasive, people avoid buying nice bikes or avoid biking entirely. Biking is a less reliable form of transportation when your bike might be missing for your journey home. Stiff penalties for bike theft and a mandatory standardized registration system would promote bicycling for transportation.

Simply locking your bike up is effective. Never walk away from your unsecured bike, even just for a couple minutes. Use a U-lock or a sturdy, high quality cable lock. Make sure the lock goes through the bike frame and through the bike rack. Don’t lock just the tire, which is easily separated from the rest of the bike, leaving you with a tire and no bike!

 

Sep 21

Don’t respond (reprise)

Posted on Sunday, September 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

Don't respond to harassment from a motorist, whether the motorist is a long haired hippie or a redneck or any other stereotype.

Don’t respond to harassment from a motorist, whether the motorist is a long haired hippie or a redneck or any other stereotype.

Our new cyclist, Scott, took the bicycle class recently that teaches how to bicycle with traffic. I have been teaching him the principles of vehicular cycling informally through instruction and demonstration. I turn every situation into a lesson. He doubted that the class would teach him anything that I hadn’t covered, but I believed it would do him good to experience the formal presentation.

“How did it go?” I asked him afterwards.

“It was a good review,” he replied. He thought he hadn’t learned anything new.

I thought I detected a different attitude toward traffic: more confident and assertive.

One day he ranted about two drivers and a bicyclist. One driver yelled, “Use the bike lane!” on a street with no bike lane. One driver yelled, “Get off the road!” But he was most indignant about the bicyclist who snaked up the right side of a line of cars waiting at a traffic light.

“She gives drivers the expectation that bicyclists will be on the extreme right,” he explained.

“Did you respond to the drivers who yelled at you?” I asked. We’ve discussed extensively all the good reasons to refrain from responding.

I was not surprised when he sheepishly admitted that he responded with “F— you!”.

I thought it might help Scott refrain from responding if he could empathize with the drivers– the drivers who don’t empathize with bicyclists.

“Tell me about the people who yelled at you,” I said.

“Redneck kids,” he snorted.

“College age? Maybe frat boys?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

When he was that age, he was a long-haired hippie. I knew the answer before I asked, “As a driver, maybe when you were younger, did you ever honk at a bicyclist?” He does not have that kind of personality. I asked another question. “When you were a long-haired hippie listening to Frank Zappa, could you imagine some of your weed-smoking hippie friends bragging about honking at some dumb bicyclist on the road?”

“I know what you’re trying to do,” he said.

“I know someone who used to honk impatiently at bicyclists, before he became a bicyclist himself,” I told him. “People change, and maybe these jokers who yelled at you today will change some day. In the meantime, remember that your response to them only heightens your own anger and has the potential to escalate.”

By all means report them, because a call from the local police can be a wake-up call to them, and “F— you!” will never change anyone. Really, can you imagine anyone saying, “That bicyclist just cussed at me. He must be right. I’ll never honk at another bicyclist!” Give the redneck frat boys and the long-haired hippies the opportunity to change their sinful ways.

 

Sep 19

Tight hamstrings and lower back problems

Posted on Friday, September 19, 2014 in Uncategorized

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I got on my bike one morning and pushed down on the pedals. I was astonished to feel pain and stiffness in my lower back when I did that. “Wait up,” I called to my friend, “My back isn’t feeling right. I need to go slow.” By the end of the day I was confined to the couch and moving only painfully.

Ever since I hurt my back a year and a half ago, I’ve been working on my core strength. The gym is a 10 minute walk from home and I go once or even twice a day for body conditioning classes that include balance and core strength. My core strength has improved noticeably, although it is still my weakest area. Bicycling long distances is more comfortable with better core strength.

I was dismayed to realize I’d tweaked my back again. I suspect it was working in the basement to reinstall the tiles that had gotten wet from that last big storm. That’s why we’ve got this fancy tiles. They aren’t glued down, and when water gets in the basement, we can pull up the tiles, dry them, and put them back. They fit together like puzzle pieces and that last one to go in is a tight fit. I pushed really hard to get it in place. That’s when I strained my back, although I didn’t realize it at the time.

What more can I do? Should I redouble my efforts to increase my core strength? Should I focus more on the back muscles? Should I just accept that I have a weak back and will experience this horrible thing from time to time?

Then my friend Joe mentioned an experience he had with a masseuse who mysteriously knew all these things about him, such as that he is a cyclist, based on which muscles and tissues were tight. A light bulb went on in my head! My hamstrings have been unbelievably tight ever since the 40 Missouri State Parks bicycle trip. A quick Google search confirmed my suspicions: tight hamstrings go with lower back problems.

I’m relieved that there is a possible solution. I need to focus on flexibility and stretching, something I can get with yoga or Pilates.

Sep 16

Find your inspiration

Posted on Tuesday, September 16, 2014 in Uncategorized

What's your inspiration?

What’s your inspiration?

A determined person can do just about anything he puts his mind to, and excuses fade away. During the long miles of the Flint Hills Bicycle Tour, we talked about how anyone can accomplish anything with the right motivation. It doesn’t even require a great deal of fitness, because we can push ourselves beyond what we thought we could endure.

The new bicyclist I’ve been coaching, Scott, has been biking just 2 months, and he is at that stage where he is constantly setting new records. After setting personal records (PRs) of 8 miles, and then 20 miles, on the Katy Trail, this weekend he successfully tackled the Loop the City ride and set yet another PR of 27 miles with city streets, hills, and rough gravel trails.

I keep cautioning Scott to slow down, to hold himself back at the gym or on bike rides. I habitually dive into new activities, injure something, and set myself back 6 weeks while I heal. But he wants to be healthy now, and he is not interested in slowing down– although mindful of my experiences injuring myself, he does use caution. He’s progressing much more rapidly than I did when I first started bicycling. It took me a year before I started biking whenever possible, instead of only when I had to, and biking longer distances, like 10 miles and then 20 miles.

I envy Scott’s motivation. What he pushes himself to do is easy for me because of my years of bicycling, but his relentless drive inspires me to push myself harder.

Even though I bonked (ran out of energy) 65 miles into Day 2 of the Flint Hills Bicycle Tour, I finished the last 10 miles. What else could I have done? Anyone I called wouldn’t be able to make it to me before I could make it to the campground. I definitely wasn’t in bad enough shape to call an ambulance! Biking the last 10 miles–slowly, with more food, with more breaks– was the best option, and that was my motivation. I even did it (mostly) without complaining.

None of the times I quit a bike ride did I really have to. The one time I truly needed to quit, I was trying a century (100 miles), and I didn’t quit. Other times I’ve called for a ride, I knew I could have finished, including 2 more attempts at a century. “Could you come get me? I could finish, I just don’t want to,” I admitted with shame.

Stop trying to get fit. Stop trying to diet and exercise. Instead, look for your motivation, your drive, your inspiration. You might find your inspiration in someone else’s struggle, like Bill who went from a 400-pound couch potato with flashy cars to a muscled, car-free yoga instructor eating almonds and figs. You might find your inspiration in a loved one who needs you or the memory of someone special. You might find your inspiration in a new friend or a traumatic life event. My inspiration came first from the thrill of saving money on a car I didn’t have to buy, then from the delight of getting healthier and stronger, and finally from the deep friendships formed on long bike rides.

Once you find your spark, your excuses will disappear. The hard part won’t be pushing yourself to your limit. The hard part will be holding yourself back so that you don’t injure yourself.

 

Sep 10

Kansas Flint Hills Bicycle Tour

Posted on Wednesday, September 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

Bicycle Missouri jersey in a field of Kansas sunflowers

Bicycle Missouri jersey in a field of Kansas sunflowers

I knew that I would do more bicycle touring this summer than I ever had before during our 6-week 40 Missouri State Parks tour. I did not know that I would continue to squeeze in a bicycle tour here and there during the rest of the summer! It turns out that bicycle touring is my favorite activity. It’s inexpensive and, in a sense, easy. In another sense, it is challenging beyond anything I’ve ever done.

A friend-of-a-friend loosely organized a 4-day bicycle tour through Kansas. It grew by word-of-mouth and I knew only 3 of the 10 riders. By the end of the trip, we were all close friends.

The Prairie Spirit Trail is a lovely Kansas State Park, 51 miles from Iola to Ottawa. I judged it harshly at first, because I’m used to the Katy Trail. But the Katy Trail is exceptional. I sneered at the gaping ruts and the downed trees until we passed by park staff filling in the ruts and clearing the trees.  With the Prairie Spirit Trail and our first campsite in Pomona State Parks, I added 2 Kansas State Parks to my state parks “collection”.

I appreciated the Prairie Spirit Trail more after the Flint Hills Nature Trail which is not finished and very rough in spots. We passed through 3 ghost towns and I ran out of water before reaching Council Grove. After 60 miles of rough trail, I bonked (ran out of energy). I’ve always loved driving through the Flint Hills, but bicycling is even better. As I munched on a hamburger in Council Grove, I wondered if the cattle I’d seen grazing on the hill tops appreciate the scenic vistas of the Flint Hills.

The 2nd day had been so difficult that I biked only half the miles of the 3rd day, including 7 miles of gravel, meeting my Dad in Emporia. We camped next to a dam on the Neosho River in Burlington, KS and breakfasted at Across the Border, a cafe full of character and characters.

The final day, we again hit the gravel roads and visited the ghost town of Neosho Falls, where my grandfather was born. We picnicked on a gravel bar on the river where thousands of Civil War veterans reunited annually long ago. Over the final miles of the tour, we passed fields of soybeans, corn, and sunflowers, and waved at dozens of huge trucks hauling the corn harvest to all corners of the globe.

Except for our constant companion, the wind, the weather was highly variable. A shooting star streaked through the warm muggy night as I lay awake in our ride leader’s back yard before the trip began. I overheated on the Prairie Spirit trail, exchanging my helmet for a wet bandanna. When the wind brought in cool air and rain, we hustled into our rain jackets and shivered in the breeze. Rain poured down and steam rose off the hot pavement as darkness descended. The rain left but the cool weather stayed with us the rest of the trip, and I cinched the mummy bag around my face one night to stay warm.

My goal is to bicycle tour as often and as long as possible!

 

Sep 4

An update on our new cyclist

Posted on Thursday, September 4, 2014 in Uncategorized

Not his favorite photo but I like it

Not his favorite photo but I like it

It’s time to check in on the progress of our new bicyclist, Scott. Two months ago, Scott hadn’t ridden a bicycle in 50 years. I’ve taught how to use his bike and how to bike with traffic. He bikes to work every day and bikes to the gym 3 times a week for a body conditioning class. His belt fastens one notch shorter than it used to– and he is not dieting. People are starting to notice, asking “Have you lost weight?”

More importantly than weight loss, Scott’s fitness is improving. He suffered a heart attack 15 years ago and quit smoking. He took the various medications ordered to lower his blood pressure and thin his blood. Now that he is exercising regularly, he has eliminated most of the medications.

Scott is sleeping better since he started biking to work. He struggles to fall asleep and wakes up frequently. Arthritis pain in his back and hips keeps him awake. A couple weeks after he started biking, he noticed that he is waking less frequently some nights, and he makes it through many nights without pain meds for his arthritis. He’s even slept all the way through the night a few times, something he hadn’t done in years.

His bicycling is more stable and stronger. At first, he often stopped at the top of hills to catch his breath. He has gotten better at shifting and doesn’t have to stop at the tops of the hills. In gym class, he is taking fewer breaks.

We rode 20 miles on the Katy Trail on Labor Day. We’d gone 8 miles a couple weeks earlier, and he was amazed at how easy it was to bike the flat trail. “I think I could go twice as far,” he said. I explained how long distance biking isn’t all about fitness. His legs might be able to handle it, but other things will hurt. “I want to find out which body part will hurt first,” he said!

It was his wrists that hurt a little by the end of the ride. We’ll have the bike shop check his posture, but I also recommend a different handlebar that allows the rider to change hand positions.

I was very proud of him for biking 20 miles! He continually amazes me with his progress. This is what motivation looks like!

 

Aug 29

Lolita and Crush

Posted on Friday, August 29, 2014 in Uncategorized

Me and Lolita

Me and Lolita

The common categories of bikes are road bikes, mountain bikes, and hybrid bikes. Road bikes have skinny tires and a drop handlebar which puts the rider into a crouched position. They are fast and lightweight. Mountain bikes have fat knobby tires and suspension and a straight handlebar and the rider is more upright. The suspension makes it more comfortable to bike over bumpy rocks and roots, but also makes the bike heavy and slow. A hybrid bike has tires that somewhere between skinny and knobby, with the straight handlebar that allows a more upright position, and no suspension. It is between a mountain bike and a road bike in weight and speed.

Crush, a hybrid bike, entered my life 8 years ago. I loaded her down with a rack and fenders and an enormous basket. She has a gazillion lights including a powerful headlamp powered by a generator hub in her front wheel. As a commuter bike she is exemplary. As a touring bike she does pretty well. As a recreational bike, she falls a bit short. I can’t ride with people who have road bikes because I can’t keep up. On group rides, I’m by myself for most of the ride.

Road bikes are more expensive than hybrids. For years, I couldn’t justify the expense of a road bike when its only purpose was social. This year, I finally had the budget for the road bike I’ve wanted for so long.

At first I haunted the used bike store. My budget was $1000 and I thought there was no way I could get a new road bike for that, plus various accessories. Bike after bike was too big, too small, or too heavy. Finally the owner said to me, “It’s not going to happen. We hardly ever get your size in.” Most roadies are men so most used bikes are too big for me. I considered the Internet, but you don’t know if the bike was stolen, and I didn’t want to risk a bike I hadn’t ridden first.

My bike shop suggested a low-end Trek road bike, the Lexa S. I bought it during the back-to-school sale and came in 19 cents under budget! She is sparkly black and I named her Lolita.

I pushed the pedal down and shot down the street. Whoa, Lolita! On Crush, it takes enormous effort to get additional speed. Very little effort makes Lolita noticeably faster and I found myself putting more and more effort into each pedal stroke. She seduced me into going too hard and my stomach started to hurt. I downshifted and backed off my effort level. But every time I go for a ride on Lolita, I start off too hot and have to make myself back off.

Lolita can’t carry anything. She’s useless but oh, so fast. Crush is still my everyday workhorse. I love them both!

 

Aug 29

Why “Lolita”?

Posted on Friday, August 29, 2014 in Uncategorized

My new road bike is sparkly black. I considered naming her Sparkles. I considered naming her Lolita. “Her name is Lolita, but I swear my intentions are honorable,” is how I would introduce her.

I was leaning toward Sparkles, because I knew that I mainly liked Lolita for the shock effect, which would lose its entertainment value once I’d shocked everyone. The joke about honorable intentions would wear thin after a while.

Then I rode her a few times. On my other bike, Crush, it takes great effort to go a little faster, so I just don’t go faster. On Lolita, a little effort gets an immediate response. I kept putting more and more effort into it, just to see how fast I could go, even up hill. Every extra bit of effort was immediately rewarded by more speed. Before I knew it, she had seduced me into working too hard and I had a stomach cramp. I took a break in the shade and I knew that her name was Lolita.

Now I am going to read the book.

Aug 27

Summer heat

Posted on Wednesday, August 27, 2014 in Uncategorized

Dad handled the heat much better than he usually does.

Dad handled the heat much better than he usually does.

After the coldest winter in decades and unseasonably cool temperatures all spring and summer, we finally got a seasonable heat wave just in time for BikeMO, the annual ride of the Missouri Bicycle & Pedestrian Federation. We could choose the 30, 65, or 90 mile route. My dad and I and a few others attempted the 65-mile route.

As we started at 8 a.m., Dad was feeling fast so he went on ahead. I chatted with Noah for a couple hours. We met up with Danny, who recently returned from a bicycle trip to Alaska, and Noah went on ahead as I listened to Danny’s Canada and Alaska stories. We met Dad again on his way back from the turnaround point and we also turned around, cutting a few miles off my ride.

I couldn’t get enough of the Fig Newtons at the SAG stops. I refilled my water bottle every chance I got and I added an electrolyte tablet. When it’s this hot, water isn’t enough.

I kept expecting Noah to catch up to us, but he never did because he called for a ride at the turnaround. Bicyclist after bicyclist called for a ride. They apologized for not being able to finish, but we were grateful for everyone who called for a ride. Last year, someone with a heart condition kept going when he should have called for a ride, and he died.

Danny dropped out at Boonville to find a McDonald’s. I was tired but still feeling good at the last SAG stop with just 14 miles left. The noonday sun beat down and the temperature soared. Pedal, pedal, pedal through the shadeless cornfields of the Missouri River flood plains. Pedal, pedal, pedal as a light wind pushed against us. Pedal, pedal, pedal as the sweat poured off us.

We took a short break in the shade and I noticed my stomach was hurting. We only had 7 miles left but the steepest, biggest hills were yet to come. I got back in my bike and started to climb. My head pounded and I wanted to rip my helmet off. I didn’t stop pedaling when Dad took a break. I finished my last water and then I did pull over. In a moment a SAG car appeared. I only had 2 miles left so I asked for cold water, put my abhorred helmet back on, and pedaled up the last and biggest hill.

After a sandwich and a rest in the shade I felt much better. I slept the rest of the day.

I did a lot of things right. I had cold water, I had electrolytes, and I ate the sugar my body craved. In retrospect I should have called for a ride when I noticed my stomach hurting. It’s dangerous to think because you only have 7 miles or 2 miles left that it’s ok to be feeling bad. A lot can go horribly wrong in a few miles.

In the summer heat, water isn’t enough. Gatorade has sugar but not enough electrolytes. V-8, salt pills, and electrolyte tablets replace the sodium and potassium you lose through sweat. Even with electrolytes, listen to your body and respect its limits so that you will be happy to ride another, cooler day.

 

Aug 22

What to do

Posted on Friday, August 22, 2014 in Uncategorized

A video camera is both protection and your legal defense.

A video camera is both protection and your legal defense.

One of my favorite things in Columbia is Two Wheeled Tuesday. Every Tuesday, we meet at a different place and bike 10-12 miles at a slow pace with frequent stops. Two Wheeled Tuesday is for intermediate riders. About half of the ride is on shady bike paths and about half is on streets. Each week, about a dozen riders join us to explore Columbia and learn more route options to get around town.

Last Tuesday, I was riding near the back of the pack. I came into the roundabout to see a driver stopped in the middle of the road screaming at one of our bicyclists. I didn’t know what had happened, but I didn’t hesitate. I shouted his license plate number over and over, and held up my phone to take a picture of his vehicle.

When he heard me yelling his license plate number, he cursed (again) and drove away, tires squealing. We were shaking, but the situation was defused and everyone was ok. I jotted down the number in a text message so that we could report the incident. Someone else noted the make, model, and color of the car.

The driver hadn’t yield to the bicyclist who was already in the roundabout. He crowded her and she had to hop up onto the curb. Angry, she flipped him off. That is when he slammed on his brakes in the middle of the road and started screaming. There were several witnesses in addition to the cyclist, so I’m pretty confident that is the real story.

While the driver was completely in the wrong, there are a few good lessons for us.

1.) Never confront. Expressing your anger (such as by flipping someone off) does two things. It can escalate the situation (anyone heard of Ferguson?) and it will make you angrier. I know this because I have done it both ways. So long as I am safe, I ignore what just happened: the honk, the shout, the crowding. In moments I’ll have forgotten about it. But if I respond in any way, I am seething with anger long after the driver has forgotten about me.

If you must do something, smile and wave. Forget the driver. You will be happier if you ignore it and refrain from responding. You don’t need to teach the driver a lesson. You don’t need to punish the driver. Trust karma for those.

2.) Shouting the license plate number and taking a picture is very effective at scaring a driver off. I did not actually manage to get a picture. I held my phone as if I were taking a picture while I attempted (but failed) to tap the right buttons with shaking hands. But the driver did not know that. Shouting the license plate sends the message that you are ready to bring in the authorities. Keep reciting the number after the driver is gone until you have jotted it down, so that you can report the incident.

3.) Report the incident. In Columbia, we have an anti-harassment ordinance so this driver was not just being a jerk- he was actually breaking a law. Even so, many people doubt the effectiveness of reporting an incident, and more so in communities that don’t have an ordinance. If you don’t have video footage, they argue, it’s a “he said/ she said” situation, and therefore it can’t be resolved. Even with a harassment ordinance, it is unlikely that a ticket will be issued, and it is possible that there will be no investigation. But reporting each incident lets people know that there is a problem. If the police get a string of complaints about motorists from bicyclists, it will get some attention.

It’s hard to keep your head when you are scared and angry. Rehearse these steps ahead of time so that you can enjoy your ride.

 

Aug 20

A new way of thinking

Posted on Wednesday, August 20, 2014 in Uncategorized

Roxie Vizcarra

Roxie Vizcarra

When learning computer programming or college math or how to do research, we must first learn to think about things differently. Computer programmers learn to think logically. Mathematicians learn to understand proofs. Researchers learn about positive and negative controls. These fundamental shifts in thinking comes to some people more easily.

Bicycling for transportation develops a similar fundamental shift in thinking, and just like math and computer programming and research, this comes more easily to some of us than others.

When I started bicycling for transportation nearly a decade ago, I worried about inconveniencing other drivers. If someone honked at me I was angry but I was also scared because I’d slowed someone down and gotten in their way.

It wasn’t long before I questioned my submissive attitude. I realized that I have a right to the road whether I’m on a bicycle or in a car. I have rights and responsibilities, but my responsibilities do not include making sure that drivers get to work on time at the expense of my own safety!

I came up with a little slogan: Safety first, courtesy second, fun third.

I love to have fun on my bike. One fun thing I like to do when I’m going fast enough down a hill is lean from side to side so that my bike weaves back and forth across the road. Is that dangerous or rude? Well, I only do it on smooth, wide roads and I never do it if there is any other traffic around! Safety first, courtesy second, fun third.

When my dad and I bicycled to 40 Missouri State Parks, on highways without shoulders we would pull over from time to time to let a string of cars or a big truck pass us. But we would only pull over when there was a safe place to pull over. We used an assertive lane position so that no one could crowd us off the road.

Most of the time we didn’t have a chance to pull over to let someone pass because the oncoming traffic cleared and the cars behind us used the left lane to pass us. The most anyone ever had to wait was perhaps 30 seconds– that is unusual, and in town no one ever has to wait even that long. We weren’t really inconveniencing anyone! One driver who had seen us on the highway approached us at a gas station and told us that we were making other drivers angry. “My life is more important than their anger,” I retorted.

Safety first, courtesy second.

If you worry that you might be slowing down cars, you are thinking about the wrong thing, and so are the impatient drivers. Everyone should be thinking about safety first.

Furthermore, you might be surprised to know that cars slow down other cars more than bicycles slow down cars! Even in a small town like Kirksville, each additional car on Baltimore St or at the beginning and end of the school day increases congestion and traffic congestion has a huge impact on traffic flow. A bicycle is small and relatively easy to pass. Bicycles don’t increase traffic congestion and bicycles don’t impede traffic flow.

Changing how you think about the traffic around you is essential to becoming a safe and happy bicyclist. If this change doesn’t occur, you won’t enjoy bicycling and you will, understandably, quit.

 

Aug 15

Pedestrians don’t hurt cars

Posted on Friday, August 15, 2014 in Uncategorized

Franklin St in front of the Student Union

Franklin St in front of the Student Union

The return of college students is on everyone’s mind. We envision the quiet, empty streets and stores of today packed with raucous kids, reckless drivers, and careless pedestrians a couple weeks from now. We forget that we were once that age– or we remember too well what we were like!

I often hear complaints from Kirksville residents about students crossing Franklin St. in front of the Student Union. A few years ago, a student was hit by a car and killed at that location, and now there is a pedestrian-activated light signal and a 25 mph speed limit. But many students still cross the street without pushing the button, without waiting for the light to change, or at places other than the marked crosswalk, and drivers in Kirksville complain.

It puzzles me why drivers complain about this habit. If a student walks out in front of an oncoming car, the driver is not the one who will be hurt.

I don’t hear anyone but me complaining about the majority of drivers who routinely exceed the 25 mph speed limit on Franklin St. or the numerous drivers who drive through the crosswalk when the light is red.

I recently read a story about a bicyclist who visited a particularly bike/ped progressive town in Colorado. A pedestrian stepped out in front of him and he slammed on his brakes, catapulting himself over the handlebar. He broke his arm in the fall. He was astounded when the pedestrian yelled at him for not yielding, and when the police officer confirmed that all vehicles must always yield to pedestrians in that city (and all motor vehicles must similarly yield to bicyclists). It didn’t matter if the pedestrian was crossing at a crosswalk or midblock, pedestrians always had the right-of-way.

The system works well for locals but visitors unfamiliar with the laws and customs can get into trouble, as our friend discovered. The point I want to make is that we take for granted the customs in our region and don’t think to question them. It is our custom to censure pedestrians who walk across the street rather than the drivers who speed.

Customs can be changed. I believe that this is one custom that should be changed, and I am doing everything in my power to change it. In whatever manner someone walks across a street, it is the car that kills a person. Cars hurt people. Pedestrians don’t hurt cars.

 

Aug 11

A 3 day tour

Posted on Monday, August 11, 2014 in Uncategorized

On the road to Mark Twain State Park

On the road to Mark Twain State Park

Mark Twain State Park, one of the oldest state parks, was on our list to visit during our 40 Missouri State Parks tour in the spring. It was going to take 2 extra days because it was so far away from any other park. So we decided to skip it. Instead, I visited it during a 3-day tour the last week of July.

Remembering that my favorite state park is the one that we visit in the middle of the week when the weather is nice, I planned the trip for the middle of the week. Despite scheduling the trip for the last week of July, I had the best weather possible: Low of 62F and high of 82F, no rain and nearly no wind, and lots of sunshine.

I started out at 7:30 am, 65 miles from my destination.

I stopped at Tribble Park in Hallsville, 50 miles away, and ate almonds and a peach on a bench in the shade near the playground. A little boy gave me a branch with dead leaves, holding it out like a flower.

My last chance for groceries was in Centralia, still 40 miles from the park. I would have no other opportunity to buy groceries until I came back through Centralia two days later. I bought pickles, V8, tuna, dried chicken noodle soup mix, and more.

For the next few hours I had no cell signal and a small headwind. I was trying out a tracker app, so everyone following my journey worried when the tracker didn’t update for a long time. Otherwise, the ride was peaceful. I was getting tired and my water was almost gone. I was relieved when I saw the 15 Diner and refilled my water bottles.

At 6 pm, I pulled into the Puma Campground at Mark Twain State Park campground. I set up camp, showered, and ate. I went to sleep early but I didn’t sleep well because my air mattress deflated.

In the morning, having slept terribly, I hiked some trails and found a lovely view overlooking the lake with a CCC shelter nearby. I took my little inflatable raft into a cove and paddled around in the sunshine. Then my friend Heather from St. Louis arrived with lunch! We drove across the park to the Mark Twain Birthplace museum. Mark Twain was born in a little cabin in Florida, MO, adjacent to the park. The cabin is now inside the museum. I ate spaghetti and blackberry cobbler at a restaurant that we drove to.

Heather went home and I slept a little better with a pillow, but my air mattress went flat again. I was on the road by 6:20 am, eating a huge breakfast at the 15 Diner by 8 am. On the ride home, I had more honks on the 7 miles of Hwy 22 between Mexico and Centralia than I had the entire 1400 miles of the 40 Missouri State Parks tour! But once I was past Centralia the ride was nice. I found myself feeling angry as I passed through Hallsville, but a rest break in a shady yard and a couple pickles perked me right up. Pickles have lots of sodium.

There was no wind at all so I finished the trip home took an hour less than it had going. At 4 pm I was in Columbia, ready for a shower and a big meal.

 

Aug 11

What’s next?

Posted on Monday, August 11, 2014 in Uncategorized

Bicycling over 1400 miles of Missouri state highways, we had ZERO incidents. Will we be able to say this as our roads crumble?

Bicycling over 1400 miles of Missouri state highways, we had ZERO incidents. Will we be able to say this as our roads crumble?

Amendment 7, a 3/4 cent transportation tax, soundly failed with 59% of the voters against it. If it had passed, this would have been a historic moment in Missouri. For the first time ever, state transportation dollars could have been used for bicycling, walking, and transit.

Instead, we will be returning federal transportation dollars that we can no longer match, and we will be closing roads and bridges that have deteriorated to unsafe conditions.

While I am disappointed in this outcome, I want to consider what we can learn from the experience.

Heavy construction and trucking employed significant resources campaigning for Amendment 7. One criticism of Amendment 7 was that it let truckers off the hook for paying their fair share of wear and tear on roads and bridges. I’m not sure that is a fair assessment, but that was a common perception, and a successful solution to transportation funding will clearly define truckers’ contributions. The next proposal should have perhaps less support, at least less financial support, from wealthy companies. But where campaign resources should come from, if not from heavy construction and trucking, is a mystery to me!

Another objection I frequently heard to Amendment 7 was that MoDOT broke promises it made about new roads and bridges related to a bond issue that passed in the 1990′s. MoDOT is run by a director appointed by the Highway Commission. Highway Commissioners are appointed by the governor and confirmed by the senate. Entirely new people hold those positions today and MoDOT recently adopted an almost radical Long Range Vision that was unheard of 30 years ago. But it doesn’t matter. People lost their trust in MoDOT and the passage of time has not restored that trust. MoDOT’s admirable efforts over the past 2 years to seek public input through listening sessions and online comments helped, but it was too little, too late. MoDOT should continue its outreach efforts and continue to engage the public. We will trust MoDOT when we believe that MoDOT trusts us.

Luckily for all of us, better minds than mine are hard at work on these problems. I want to be involved to make sure that bicycling, walking, and transit are involved. But the more I learn about it, the more concerned I get for our transportation future, for semi trucks, for cars, and for bikes.

 

Jul 25

The means justifies the end

Posted on Friday, July 25, 2014 in Uncategorized

I’m going to be an election judge!

These are the white-haired folks who sit behind the table when you go to vote. They find your name in their book and say “Sign here.” They hand you your ballot and tell you to darken the oval completely and then feed your ballot into the machine. Then they give you a sticker.

That’s all you see them do. It looks pretty easy. And boring. But someone has to be there to guard the ballots and make sure everyone gets one and only one vote. They are Guardians of Democracy. And I’m going to be a Guardian of Democracy with them on August 5.

I responded to a call for election judges. The fact that we get paid is a bonus. I didn’t know that election judges get paid. I hadn’t thought about it. It makes sense though. Because how many people just care so passionately about democracy and have time to spend hours at the polls guarding the ballots? Offer someone even a small wage and suddenly they find the time. I sure did! Since I’m unemployed at the moment, I can find the time.

After I completed the web form to be an election judge, I received a message instructing me to sign up for 3 training sessions. Each one was 3 hours long. At the training sessions, I discovered that the election judges are not entirely white-haired. There are people of all ages.

The job turns out to be more involved than what I’ve observed. For the vast majority of voters, the job is what I’ve seen it to be. Of course, a small number of problems take a lot of time to resolve. The most common problem is a change of address. I thought if you moved within a few weeks of an election, you wouldn’t be able to vote. But as long as you were registered in Missouri, you can still vote. You can change your address up to the day of the election.

A lot of the problems are people who aren’t eligible to vote in that polling station, which is called a precinct. These people are directed to their correct precinct.

The Boone County Clerk, Wendy Noren, is nationally recognized for running good elections. She uses detailed, copious checklists to train the election judges. It’s important to do everything right so that each election is legal. The elections that are close can be contested and those are especially important to run a tight ship. The checklists are the key.

The provisional ballot is an excellent tool that helps speed things along. The provisional ballot is the last resort. Everyone who walks into the precinct is entitled to vote, even if they aren’t eligible to vote. If their eligibility is in question, they can cast a provisional ballot. Later, if Wendy determines that they were eligible, the vote will be counted.

If someone doesn’t have ID, they can’t vote in Missouri. It doesn’t have to be photo ID, but it does have to be ID, and not all forms of ID are valid, like a high school student ID. A college student ID is valid, and so is a utility bill if the name and address match the voter’s. If someone isn’t eligible to vote, we’ll determine that, and most people probably walk away. (Hopefully, they go register to vote!) But if they are determined to vote, we’ll let them cast a provisional ballot. Most provisional ballots are determined to be not eligible and therefore aren’t counted. But some are eligible and so it is important to take each one seriously.

The checklists include instructions such as, “The screen will display ____. Do not follow the instructions on the screen.”

Everything is counted and sealed and verified and counted. Every time printer paper is replaced, a form is filled out and verified and witnessed. Every machine has printer paper so that there is a paper record as well as an electronic record. All records are accounted for and closely guarded by us Guardians of Democracy. At the end of the day, the count on the ballot reading machine has to match the number of ballots now missing from the stacks. You can’t just walk out of a polling station with a ballot. Each ballot is a potential vote. Every ballot is precious.

There is an iVote machine. That is actually a big improvement over the paper ballot. Right now, the machine represents an additional $1000 per precinct in terms of the time it takes to train election judges and set up the machine. But if these one day replace nearly all of the paper ballots, that could be a huge savings. Elections are expensive.

An equal number of Republicans and Democrats are assigned to each polling station. When I signed up to be an election judge, I had to declare my party. I am a one-issue voter and so I consider myself non partisan. But for all other issues I typically identify with Democrat. Independents are assigned only after an equal number of parties have been assigned. I mulled over the options and went with Democrat so that I’d have a better chance of getting assigned to a precinct.

My precinct was not available, so I selected the precinct of a friend. At least I’ll recognize one person who votes that day. However, my assignment isn’t finalized yet and may not be until the day before the election. I voted on an absentee ballot. Even if I did get assigned to my own precinct, often there isn’t time for election judges to vote themselves. Wherever I’m assigned, I’ll be there for a couple hours Monday afternoon and then from 4:30 am to 8:30 pm on Tuesday. It’s a long day! I’ll bring a lot of food– and a book, in case it isn’t busy. Primaries are typically not the busiest of elections.

Wendy conducted the Introductory training session. “When you get to the polls,” she told us, “no one cares about party anymore, whether you are Republican or Democrat.” We won’t care politically, but of course we’ll care about who initials each ballot. Each and every ballot must be initialed by one Democrat and one Republican. But her point was that we will only care about the process that day, not about the outcome.

The means justifies the end.

Jul 25

First bicycle commute

Posted on Friday, July 25, 2014 in Uncategorized

A quiet place with little or no traffic is a good place to practice bicycling skills.

A new bicycle commuter

I’ve been coaching Scott on how to use his bicycle for transportation. We started with a rental bike and 4- or 5-mile rides with lots of breaks. His first milestone was buying his bicycle, a Trek Verve 1 named Hillary (after the hills).

With his own bicycle, we didn’t have to drive somewhere to bike. We could bike around his neighborhood. His neighborhood has quiet roads but very steep hills. Each time he shifted into his lowest gear, he immediately stopped pedaling and walked the bike. It was time for some slow bike practice.

Instead of going for another ride, we went up and down his street as slowly as possible. I hoped to show him that he could coast or pedal at 4 mph or even less. Then he wouldn’t have to walk the hills. I also showed him the Power Pedal Position and the proper way to start and stop the bicycle.

Most beginners try to sit on the bike seat with their feet touching the ground. The only way to do that is if the seat is too low. Once they start pedaling, that position is hard on the knees. If your knees hurt, your seat is probably too low. Raise your seat until it is difficult to sit on the it with your feet touching the ground.

To start the bike, put the pedal in the Power Pedal Position (in the 10 o’clock position). Push down on the pedal, lift your other foot off the ground, and only then sit down on the seat. To stop the bike, stand up first. As you brake to a stop, put one foot on the ground.

Scott didn’t need much practice in slow biking or Power Pedal Position. He picked up on riding an arm’s length from the curb pretty easily, too. Some people just hug the curb and can’t seem to let go. After his brush with the curb on the Katy Trail, Scott has a healthy respect for the edge of the road.

The last critical thing for him to learn before he’d be safe biking to work was how to scan (turn his head to look behind). It doesn’t matter so much if he signals, so long as he knows whether there is any traffic behind him. Scanning is a little harder to get the hang of. He practiced a few times. I was proud when I saw him scanning back before  moving around a parked car.

We did a trial ride of his commute last weekend. The ride there took 30 minutes, including a 10 minute break at a convenient little park at the top of a hill. The ride back took 20 minutes. Ice cream downtown took an hour.

I was glad he picked Tuesday for his first bicycle commute, because it worked with my schedule that I could ride with him. I stayed about 50 feet behind him and I kept my mouth shut. I was done with coaching; it was time for him to ride on his own. The ride in only took 20 minutes. He stopped at the park at the top of the hill just long enough for a drink of water. He didn’t have any trouble with traffic, although a wheelchair user who didn’t look before crossing the street nearly collided with me.

The next time he commuted by bicycle, I wasn’t able to join him. We were both confident he’d be fine on his own, and he was. He experienced his first headwind, but the ride home was a ‘breeze’!

I am tremendously proud of him for biking to work and of myself for coaching him to his first week of commuting!

 

Jul 22

Bicycles in movies, music, & literature

Posted on Tuesday, July 22, 2014 in Uncategorized

Photo by Eco Suparman

Photo by Eco Suparman

Not only are bicycles fun to ride, but they are fun to put into song and story.

Movies. There are quite a few movies about bicycles or with bicycles. I love Kermit and Miss Piggy’s romantic musical bicycle ride in The Great Muppet Caper. Kermit rides with no hands and stands up on his saddle! The iconic movie bicycle is the Wicked Witch of the West pedaling through a tornado. In The Pink Panther, Steve Martin plays the bumbling detective Inspector Clouseau who inadvertently, hilariously, and repeatedly causes Tour de France riders to wreck.

Music. Other than “A Bicycle Built for Two”, Queen’s “Bicycle Race” may be the best known song about bicycles. But I prefer the other side of the double A-side album, “Fat Bottomed Girls”, when Freddy Mercury yells, “Get on your bikes and ride!” Pink Floyd’s “Bike” is almost a good description of my own bicycle, Crush. Crush does have a basket, a bell that rings, and things to make her look good. However, you may not ride her if you like. I’m selfish that way.

Literature. The bicycles in the funny yet creepy book, The Third Policeman by Flann O’Brien, have personalities and even, at times, appear to have moved by themselves. In fact, two of the bicycles run off together. David Byrne’s folding bike played a central role in his touring experiences with The Talking Heads, and he published Bicycle Diaries, an account of his experiences bicycling through the cities the group was touring.

Finally, I leave you with a poem by one of my favorite poets.

Ode to bicycles by Pablo Neruda

I was walking

down

a sizzling road:

the sun popped like

a field of blazing maize,

the

earth

was hot,

an infinite circle

with an empty

blue sky overhead.

A few bicycles

passed

me by,

the only

insects

in

that dry

moment of summer,

silent,

swift,

translucent;

they

barely stirred

the air.

Workers and girls

were riding to their

factories,

giving

their eyes

to summer,

their heads to the sky,

sitting on the

hard

beetle backs

of the whirling

bicycles

that whirred

as they rode by

bridges, rosebushes, brambles

and midday.

I thought about evening when

the boys

wash up,

sing, eat, raise

a cup

of wine

in honor

of love

and life,

and waiting

at the door,

the bicycle,

stilled,

because

only moving

does it have a soul,

and fallen there

it isn’t

a translucent insect

humming

through summer

but

a cold

skeleton

that will return to

life

only

when it’s needed,

when it’s light,

that is,

with

the

resurrection

of each day.

Jul 17

What is Amendment 7?

Posted on Thursday, July 17, 2014 in Uncategorized

Image by MoDOT

Image by MoDOT

On August 5, you can change our future by voting “Yes” for Amendment 7. Amendment 7 will save Missouri roads for all travelers– including both motorists and bicyclists.

Amendment 7 is a 3/4 cent sales tax for transportation. What is significant about this tax is that it is for transportation, not for roads and bridges. Our current state transportation funding is for roads and bridges, so sidewalks, bicycle infrastructure, and transit can be built only with local or federal funds.

Legislation is always a collection of compromises and concessions. This one is no different and there are several things I wish were different about Amendment 7. But thanks to the valiant efforts of the Missouri Bicycle & Pedestrian Federation, the most important aspect to me, inclusion of bicycling, is intact. The Highway Commission approved the final project list tied to Amendment 7 which has substantial bike/ped projects– not as many as I would like, of course– but far more than we can expect under the current funding model. An issue paper from Bike Walk KC covers the good and the bad of Amendment 7.

I’ve been following the evolution of Amendment 7 for a couple years. Opponents do have good reasons to oppose the measure, but the alternative to passing Amendment 7 is that we wait another year, or two, or ten to negotiate compromises and concessions and end up with a bill that may be even worse. In the meantime, our roads continue to crumble and we face losing federal money because we won’t meet the required matching state funds.

MoDOT itself has been just as important in persuading me to support Amendment 7 as the content of the bill was. Under the leadership of director Dave Nichols and prompted by the funding crisis, MoDOT was incredible over the past couple years in seeking public input– something unheard of before now. The MoDOT Vision, formally approved by the Highway Commission, incorporated public input and 2 of its 4 pillars are “safety” and “choice”: MoDOT wants me to be safe and to be able to choose to bicycle.

Amendment 7 is important whether you bike, walk, bus, or drive, and if it passes on August 5, it will usher in a new era of transportation for Missouri.

 

Jul 14

Even more about gears

Posted on Monday, July 14, 2014 in Uncategorized

My right shifter has 8 gears. My left shifter has 3 gears.

My right shifter has 8 gears. My left shifter has 3 gears.

I’ve written about spinning vs. mashing and how I taught people to use their gears. But as I continue to teach people how to use their gears I discover that I have more to say on the topic.

New bicyclists gets frustrated trying to figure out which gear to use. It depends on many factors– the grade of the hill, the wind, your speed approaching the hill, the weight of you and your bike, the width of your tires, the surface of the road. It’s impossible to say exactly what gear you should be on at any point.

I don’t think about my shifting; it’s automatic. After coaching a bicyclist through shifting, I watched how I did it myself. I realized that I was constantly making adjustments and that I got it wrong a lot. I shift too high or too low and drop back one or two gears. I primarily use my right hand shifter, which shifts the rear cogs, but I use my left hand shifter, which shifts the front cogs, quite a lot too. Before I run out of gears with my right hand I’m try out a different combination using my left hand– and sometimes I get it wrong and go back to where I was before. While I’ve gotten much better at guessing what gear to use, I’ve also gotten much faster at changing gears so that I can make mistakes and recover without losing all my momentum.

If you are learning how to shift:

1. Practice shifting with both hands until you are comfortable with all your gears. Many new bicyclists only shift with their right hand. The right hand shifter (the rear) is for fine-tuning which gear you are in. The left hand shifter (the front) is for making big adjustments, when you’ve run out of gears or almost run out of gears on the right hand. But don’t be afraid of making big adjustments because sometimes you need to.

2. Avoid the extreme combinations. This is a little complicated to explain and easier to see. Many shifters assign numbers to the gears, where 1 is the gear for going up hills and bigger numbers for going down hills. My bike has 3 cogs on the front and 8 cogs on the back. The combination 1-1 is great for climbing a steep hill. The combination 3-8 is good for going down a hill. I would never use the combination 1-8 or 3-1. Those are extreme combinations, and it is called “cross chaining”. These combinations are bad for your bike because they put stress on the chain, and they are redundant– the gear ratio achieved by 1-8 is duplicated by the 2-6 combination.

3. Shift before you need to. If you are climbing a hill and can barely turn the cranks and you try to shift, your bike just won’t shift. In order to shift, you need some tension on the chain but not too much. If you shift too early, your feet will flail away for a moment, but just relax and let the bike slow down until its speed matches what gear you are in.

 

Jul 12

Revelations

Posted on Saturday, July 12, 2014 in Uncategorized

Even after years of bicycling, I think I ought to be able to go faster up the steepest hill in southwest Missouri.

Even after years of bicycling, I think I ought to be able to go faster up the steepest hill in southwest Missouri.

After I’d been bicycling for a few years, I felt frustrated with my apparent lack of progress. Everyone around me was so much faster. After the first year when I lost 25 pounds and gained fitness, I didn’t get any faster.

Then I had a revelation.

I was far faster than everyone who wasn’t on a bicycle. Even as a bike/ped advocate, I know more people who don’t bicycle than people who do. When I’m biking I don’t see the people who aren’t biking. I also don’t see the people who are behind me. I only see the people who are ahead of me, the people who are faster than me. It’s hard to feel like you’re improving when you only see people who are faster than you.

I had another revelation.

Anyone else in my body would be doing only as well as I was doing. We have only the body we have. The faster bicyclist puts less effort into her ride than I put into mine. The faster bicyclist shouldn’t feel proud of what she is doing on the bike right now. She should feel proud of what she’s done on the bike every day in the past. It is that effort that has given her the body that can do what she is doing now.

I’m teaching someone how to bike. He feels clumsy and out of shape. I’m prouder and more excited about his first 5 mile ride than I am about my last 60 mile ride. He’s got more to be proud of than anyone sitting on the couch. He’s doing an incredible amount with the body he has to work with. No one else could coax more speed or more endurance out of it than he can.

Don’t get discouraged by your apparent lack of progress or feel that your performance is pathetic. Don’t demand more from the body you are given than what it can give you. Appreciate the marvelous job that the body you have is doing for you.

 

Jul 9

A bicycle named Hillary

Posted on Wednesday, July 9, 2014 in Uncategorized

Scott and his bicycle, Hillary (named for the hills)

Scott and his bicycle, Hillary (named for the hills)

The last time Scott was on a bicycle was over 50 years ago. He rode all over the little town of Knob Noster. One evening, he rode into the yard– straight into the clothesline his sister had strung up to dry her doll’s clothes! That didn’t stop him from bicycling. College and a car put an end to his bicycling days.

His health hasn’t improved with age and sedentary living so he decided to start bicycling for transportation. I was excited and nervous when he asked me to help him pick out a bicycle and learn to ride it.

We would put the aphorism, “It’s like riding a bike” to the test! Would he still be able to ride a bike after 50 years?

The answer is yes! He pedaled around the parking lot, a bit wobbly and uncertain, but he still knew how to ride a bike.

We started with a bike rental. We biked down a quiet street to the Katy Trail. On the trail, he was distracted by an oncoming bicyclist and crashed onto the rocks. He was scratched a little but otherwise unhurt, and he bravely continued another mile down the trail. We took a break every mile. I brought snacks and water for the 4-mile ride.

The next weekend, we took the same route and I still did not think to bring a first aid kit. We took a break every mile and consumed the snacks I brought. We were nearly back to the quiet street, congratulating ourselves because he hadn’t fallen, when he brushed against the curb and lost his balance, crashing onto the rocks again. He was scratched and bruised. But he was game to go again the next weekend.

I finally realized that the Katy Trail has too much traffic and too many rocks for a beginner. I picked out a different route and brought a first aid kit. We went down quiet streets to the Stephen’s Lake Trail which is quiet and bordered by soft grass. He did not fall! (When we passed near a creek, he reported feeling a magnetic pull toward the rocks lining the trail…)

He bought his bicycle this weekend. The Trek Verve 1 is a good solid bike for a beginning bicyclist. We took his new bike to Stephen’s Lake Trail and continued up Hominy Trail, quiet, paved bike paths with mostly grass borders. He is getting the hang of the gears and his balance is much better. I’ve learned so much myself about teaching someone how to use a bike, that I hope I have more opportunities to do this.

During his first ride on his new bicycle, he named it Hillary, in honor of the hills he struggles with as well as the presidential candidate!