I used to ride a bike everywhere, mainly for exercise, not because I am a greenie. I stopped abruptly one day when I saw a guy run over by a logging truck. He was riding a bicycle and fell over in front of the truck and it ran over his head. His brains were lying out on the road and everyone that drove slowly past the scene was treated to this grisly site. I quit riding that day and have only been on a bicycle under careful conditions since then. Call me a coward but a bicycle is not compatible with motor vehicles.
Oops, last comment, site should = sight.
“Call me a coward but a bicycle is not compatible with motor vehicles.”
That’s not being a coward. That’s having a realistic view of reality and a healthy sense of self-preservation.
I can’t say I blame you.
For various reasons, I have taken up riding a motorcycle to work. I’m close enough to ride a bicycle (9 miles), but the thought of taking a bicycle out on some of these streets is horrendous.
I went to graduate school at UC Davis. Davis is a model bicycle-friendly town, with dedicated bicycle lanes and traffic signals. Unfortunately, most places just don’t accommodate bicyclists.