October 22, 2013
Cycling ads bombard us with colorful imagery of riding bikes, leaning on phrases like “carefree” to titillate the mind’s happy-zone (while conveniently helping us to loosen our purse strings). And there’s little doubt that in these complicated times, the carefree message is a compelling one. After all, how beautiful would it be to see the masses out on their bicycles, enjoying the wind blowing through their collective hair without a care in the world?
In this carefree world, our bikes would work flawlessly no matter how long it’d been since we’d lubed the chain. Finally absolved of all our worries, we could blast around blind corners, hammer bike paths, and skid to our heart’s content. We could ride three, four or five abreast, airily chatting away and – with our hands free from the burden of signaling – we could update our online status from the comfort of our bike seats.
In the real world, caring isn’t a choice; it’s a responsibility that’s part and parcel of the social contract. We pool our resources and share the benefits. Ideally, everyone on roads, bike paths and trails watch out for each other, behaving in predictable and considerate ways, operating from a shared set of rules.
Since you can easily find the best set of rules for your ride with the magical googling machine, they won’t be listed here. Instead, we’re going to focus on a single maxim that we’d all do well to live by:
Don’t be a jerk.
Jerks don’t compromise – they don’t take the time to understand etiquette and they don’t take others’ perspectives into consideration. Jerks are self-centered, self-serving, and often assume everyone else’s behavior exhibits the same level of jerkitude as their own. They assume the bike rider in the middle of the road is a jerk, not noticing the shoulder filled with glass and potholes. They assume the driver who honked is a jerk, not realizing his intention was to give a helpful heads up before nervously passing a bike rider. They assume the person going the wrong way down the trail is a jerk, forgetting that the directional sign can be hard to see.
To address jerky behavior, we must first identify the jerks. The easiest place to begin your jerk-hunt is… in the mirror. We all have the capacity to forget how our behavior affects others.
Here are three easy tips for mitigating jerkishness and making the world a easier place for us all to live, whether on a bike, behind a steering wheel, or cruising around on the hoverboards Back to the Future promised would be around by now.
- Be predictable. Conflict is derived from fear more often than from a sense of self-entitlement. It doesn’t matter if you’re on roller skates or driving a semi-truck – sudden moves will scare the bejesus out of those around you. (I’m looking at you, pig-tailed roller skating girl.)
- Be considerate. The law may allow you to take the lane and hold up traffic, and some situations necessitate doing so for the safety of bicyclists and cars alike, but looking for opportunities to let others pass will be much appreciated.
- Be forgiving. People make lots of mistakes – sometimes it’s because they’re jerks, but most of the time, it’s because they’re human. Riding through life with a grudge puts you in the express lane to jerk status, regardless of your vehicle of choice.
Contrary to the teaching of many of the local Chicago Cycling Advocacy groups we do not have to practice a “scorched Earth” policy where motorized vehicles are concerned. Believe it or not most folks who are motorists really do want to get home safely to their families and a hot meal rather than wait for an ambulance and a cop car to arrive while they endlessly explain their side of the collision that occurred between themselves and someone else. And it is especially frustrating for motorists when the person with whom the collided was on a bicycle.
But of course some cyclists will tell you that in their “neck of the woods” motorists are out to get them. If that is indeed true they should instead hang up their bikes and find another means of getting around. Chances are they will not survive those kinds of means streets long enough to see pretty green paint and PVC bollards in the roadway to bring their salvation.