Walkers and Cycles and Scooters, Oh My!

This time of year always brings the fair weather cyclists like me out into the fresh air for a spin. Having been e-bike enthusiasts since our retirement a couple of years ago, my husband and I have enjoyed a lot of the trails and try to get out for a good ride at least once a week.

The pedestrians and dog walkers are out in big numbers at this time of year too. It’s getting crowded out there, and that leads to the occasional “situation”.

It was no surprise to me when I saw the story about an accident between a pedestrian and a cyclist on the E&N Rail Trail recently. We’ve witnessed a few incidents on the bike trails that could have lead to more serious consequences.

When my husband and I ride up behind a walker or a slower cyclist, we ring our bike bells to let them know we’re coming. Just common courtesy. When cyclists who are a lot faster than us quickly come up behind us, many of them will say “coming up on your left”, or something like that, so that we are forewarned. (I’m guessing they think bicycle bells are for babies.)

I always thank them for warning me. Although sometimes they’re going so fast, they might not hear my reply.

But then there are those who don’t have any sense of courtesy. Or even common sense.

I have a rear view mirror on my bike and I do keep my eye on it. But sometimes I’m coming around a bend and can’t possibly see them approaching from behind.

I’ve been startled a few times. How do they know I won’t suddenly swerve to miss a pot hole or a branch or something else? Or lose control of my bike? I’m not exactly 20 any more. Or even 30.

The truth is that they don’t know. They just carry on at their unbelievable speeds, heads down, elbows back, eyes straight ahead, trying to outdo themselves or something. I’d like to have some kind of radar unit to measure exactly how fast they’re going.

Their exercise apps might love them for their speed, but I don’t. As the cliché goes, it’s an accident waiting to happen. And of course, it has.

I also like to walk twice a day 4 or 5 days a week, and have experienced not only speeding cyclists but also scurrying scooterists (is that a word?) whizzing past me. Stand up scooters, called LSM’s, are supposed to be licensed but sometimes I wonder if they are. Some models are capable of reaching speeds of up to 145kmh.

They seem to be mostly driven by young males with the need for speed. And no helmet. What drives me nuts is when I see them riding on the sidewalk, trying to skirt traffic.

Then there are those electric unicycles. They’re not as common as the other modes of transport, but they go insanely fast. There used to be a fellow in my neighbourhood who I regularly saw riding an electric unicycle. He didn’t have a helmet on, which didn’t surprise me. But one day I saw him carrying his little girl in his arms while riding it. She didn’t have a helmet either.

That should be an absolute no-no.

One of the trickiest parts of being a cyclist can be interacting with vehicles. I would say that MOST drivers are careful and courteous, but every now and then…

I’m a driver too, so I know how difficult it can be to navigate around cyclists in some places. The new rule is that there should be at least 1.5 meters between us, but if a cyclist decides to ride in the middle of a lane, then it can get contentious.

Let’s face it, we all have to find ways to live with and respect each other on the roads and trails. In July a campaign begins where park rangers, bylaw officers and police will be out in force on the trails keeping an eye out. I’ll be happy to see them.

Otherwise, forget lions and tigers and bears…it’s walkers and cycles and scooters we’ve got to worry about. Okay, maybe a couple of bears.

Let The Games Begin

A ski jumper in Calgary, Canada.Image via Wikipedia

I’m not sure I understand athletes.  I don’t understand people who get up at ungodly hours and spend the majority of the day putting their bodies through brutal workouts and practices, and then get up the next morning and do it all over again.  I know that there must be some reward in all of that work, but I don’t get it.

They risk serious injury and even death, as in the case of young Nodar Kumaritashvili from Georgia who died during a practice run of the luge before the opening ceremonies yesterday.  How a skier, for instance, can stand at the top of a downhill run before throwing him or herself down a mostly vertical slope, and not think about falling, is beyond me.  Which is why I would probably fall.  I’d lose the competition before I’d even started.  I’ve been on skis.  They slide all over the place.  I’ve been on skates too and they’re not much better.

One of my favourite winter game sports is ski jumping.  They just fly off that ramp as hard and as high as they can, and they really do fly.  They hold their arms slightly out from their sides and lean as far forward as they can, keeping their skis as perfectly still as possible as they sail through the air.  And then they seem to catch more air as they literally float back to the snow, landing their skis softly and coming to a stop at the bottom of the hill, all without ski poles.  It’s poetic.

Another favourite is speed skating.  There’s something that thrills me in the way speed skaters gracefully glide around the corners with those big, powerful legs propelling them forward, and their arms steadily swaying from side to side.  It seems effortless.  Good athletes do that;  they make it all seem effortless.  In my mind, I am an amazing ski jumper and speed skater.

But in real life, I’m the artsy fartsy type.  Or you could just call me lazy.

I know that at my age I should really be focusing on keeping myself in shape and I do have the desire, but the flesh is weak.  When I recently got tendinitis in my shoulder, I stopped all activity.  Nothing like an “injury” to give me an excuse to not do anything.  What’s really stupid is that I got the tendinitis from the way I sit in a chair, not from any actual activity.  Which only proves that I do too much sitting.  Imagine getting an injury from sitting?  I think I’ll keep that part secret, so don’t tell anyone.

When I go for a walk around my neighbourhood, I inevitably have to make a trek up a good size hill to get home.  Some days I feel pretty good about getting up that hill with not too much effort, but other days I feel it in my knee or my hip and I start to imagine myself collapsed on the sidewalk calling 911 from my cellphone.  How embarrassing it would be to tell the paramedics that I injured myself walking.  Well, I’ve injured myself sitting, so why not?  Shhhh…that’s still our secret, right? 

I’m not a wimp.  I love to golf and I do enjoy walking when I have the gumption to get out there.  But I’m about as far from an athlete as a person could possibly get.

So I’m going to leave the Olympics up to the ones who deserve to be in them.  They are amazing to watch and I can’t even begin to know what they go through to get there.  To me, they all deserve gold medals.

GO CANADA!  🙂
IJ

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