Whats not surprising is that there was a collision on the bike path—though deceptively safe, that bike path is often packed with cyclists who ride even more recklessly because theyre not pedaling through traffic. Take it easy, people!
I ride my bike everyday. I know the difference between a cruiser with a coaster break and a fixie. I call it a saddle, not a seat. I am no mechanic, but I can change a tire and fix a flat. Just because I ride in a dress and I like pink bikes, does not mean I am any less of a cyclist than, let’s say, these dudes.
However, plenty of male cyclists, and specifically tumbleloggers, would have you believe this is the case. To them, any woman who dares to ride in her everyday attire must be a fashion-obsessed dummy, as if riding in an attractive outfit and and being a committed, impassioned cyclist are mutually exclusive. For instance, Dottie from Let’s Go Ride a Bike writes of a demeaning experience at a Chicago bike shop:
I don’t have to add commentary, I’ll simply repeat some choice quotes from the guy assisting us [at the bike shop].
“You girls aren’t dressed for test riding bikes.”
“You can’t ride that bike in a skirt…I’m just trying to save you some embarrassment.”
“You girls should stay on the sidewalk…be careful out there, girls.”
This post is SO true. The amount of looks I get from fellow cyclists on the road is ridiculous.
Just because I decide not to wear lycra and go down the road at Tour de France speeds does not make me anything less of a cyclist.
Bicycles come in many different shapes and sizes. My bike is of a minority in my area: it has no gears, a sprung saddle, and yes, even a pretty basket on the front. It still has two wheels, two pedals, a saddle, and yes, even handlebars. It doesn’t make me any less worthy of cycle lane space.
In the short time I’ve had my bike, I’ve been overtaken viciously, been shot abuse at, and even told by a fellow cyclist to get a proper bike.
My bike is a proper bike. Its type was around before you were even born. If it wasn’t for the design of my bike, you wouldn’t have your streamlined contraptions. So have a bit more respect.
so last week, mr. obama came to new amsterdam on his jet plane and the NYPD freaked out that bikes could be pipe-bombs. tisk-tisk, silly NYPD. next time, use the same excuse the dutch have been using for years… urban blight…
Today, we asked “#BikeNYC, does [the first weekend in April] work for NYC’s first tweed/tweet run?”
@BikeSnobNYC chimed in with 4 April 1898 AND did so on his blog! After tonight’s Ignite NYC #8, Brooklyn Edition, the gang of @NewAmsterdamize will be buying a few pitchers of NYC beer!
on my block, my bike, a batavus personal bike, is the closest thing to the heavy-ass, all you can carry, i’m going to blind you with my headlights, watchout he’s taking up the whole lane SUV. but in good old amsterdamn, the bakfiets, those awesome dutch bucket bikes, have moved up from hipster/squatter transport to the loathed SUVs of Amsterdam…
i don’t know if this new super-extended bakfiet is a joke, a kin to workcycle’s anti-theft spray, but it sure does put the S in Sweet Urban Velo! i hope to god workcycle builds this puppy!
i’ve always despised the colonists, and now the proof is in the pudding… too boot, this argument reminds me of so many foul mouthed (ie lyrica wearing or hipster toting) Americans that i just wanna ROLF.
I hope that choosing the bicycle as my preferred product needs little explanation or justification but my proposed ban on cycle helmets might be a little more problematic. For a long time I’ve harboured the suspicion in my more paranoid moments that there’s some kind of collusion between the road/oil lobby and elements of the cycling fraternity to ensure that cycling in Britain remains a marginalised, unpleasant and largely despised activity.