I’ve been somehow sheltered from the mean streets, perhaps by a naivete or maybe even just a dreamy complacence that tends to swallow me up when I ride. But it finally hit the other night, a wave of attacks from motorists that wakened and incensed me.
First, an SUV plowed into a bicyclist on South Congress about 10 yards in front of me. The driver did a stupid and erratic maneuver. Essentially she pointed her car in a 45 degree angle into the right lane of Congress (in front of the cupcake stand at Monroe View Larger Map) then whipped right in a half circle into an angled parking space where her front quarter panel collided with the front tire and flying body of the unfortunate girl who—although she was riding legally—made a bad choice in riding down the middle of angled parking. After nailing the car with her mid section, she bounced off into the gutter.
I slammed on my brakes, dismounted and went to her. She was struggling for air, but she told bystanders she was fine, that her breath was just knocked out. An ambulance came and indeed she was OK, with some road rash and aches and pains.
But get this…after the crash the driver of the SUV came up stood with her hands on her hips looking at the gasping girl and said, and this is a direct quote: “Dang nab it.”
Dang nab it? Couldn’t she say something like, “Oh my God, are you OK?” Then she said, “I thought y’all were on the sidewalk.” Then she gave a false account of what happened to the police. In the end I heard from the bicyclists and the drivers’ insurance company agreed to pay for her bike damage and bike repair.
You’re probably already getting bored with tales from the street, so I’ll keep the rest short. After the crash, I was sitting downtown at 2nd and Colorado behind the white ped line waiting on a red light. A Lexus SUV rounded the corner onto 2nd almost clipping me, and the driver leaned out and yelled “Get out of the street before I run you over you little twerp.” I’ve learned to live with my twerpdom, by the way, but since it followed the crash, I was fuming.
Then behind me, a car honked at two bicyclists riding on 2nd, then squealed by them, at which point the bicyclist yelled at the motorist to get out of his car if he thought he was such a man. He didn’t.
I’m now carrying my cell phone and video camera within in reach. I plan on fighting back, not by actually fighting, but by calling the police, at which point I’ll probably be battling their lack of action on this type of harassment!