I’ve always believed that the vast majority of drivers do not hate cyclists, it’s just that they don’t consider them, they don’t look out for them, and they don’t always know what to do when they approach them.
Today, cycling up to the Ski Basin, on a stretch of road that was relatively straight allowing for at least several hundred feet visibility onto the left lane, my belief was confirmed.
Given that I was going up, my speed was slow enough that a passing car would only need to be in the left lane for a few short seconds. There was plenty of visibility for a car to safely give me lots of room. I was riding as close as reasonable to the white line considering that the edges of the road are still pretty crappy from the two-year old chip seal job.
A mid-size SUV passed me, and its left wheels did not even touch the centerline. Which meant that I could have stretched out my arm and hit the passenger side rear-view mirror. My instinctive reaction was to make a sweeping motion with my hand to the left while yelling, “move over” (actually, in all honesty, what I really said was, “move the fu**k over”, but I seriously doubt the driver heard me). However, the driver did in fact see my waving hand and thought I was in some sort of trouble, so the car stopped.
I pulled out my phone to record the conversation, only to have a middle-aged women stick her head out the window and say, “are you alright?” I asked her if she was “blind”, and that she came “way too close to me”, and said, “next time, don’t ride so close to cyclists”. And here’s the clincher. Her response? And I quote, “Oh, I didn’t realize”. I didn’t REALIZE. I didn’t realize… that I should not come so close as to scare the hell out of you, almost running you off the road.
I didn’t realize. I guess that’s the problem.
Rome during the day is spectacular, but at night, I think it’s even more interesting…
Here are a few more photos of our time on the island of Paros
We’re staying on the small island of Paros, in the town of Naoussa (pop 2800). In our travels we’ve been in places with zero tourist presence (e.g. a small mountain village in Tunisia), and in places that were overcome and obliterated by tourism (the historic and once beautiful city of Antalya, Turkey). Naoussa certainly has its share of tourism infrastructure, but not in a tacky overwhelming way. It has retained its charm, and is still an off-the-chart beautiful place.