ON BIKE CULTURE IN EUGENE | Fine blogging since 2010 (with periodic long breaks)
A few cyclist traffic violations on display this morning — in the space of a few blocks downtown:
First, there’s a guy pedaling south on Olive, wearing a bright yellow safety vest. Good thing, too, so it’s easier for motorists to spot him as he charges across 13th right through the red light. Worse, it was the kind of highly public violation that gives us all a bad name, as three or four cars were patiently waiting on both the north and south sides of 13th watching him decide such an inconvenience need not apply to him.
This is the kind of thing that generates letters to the editor casting blanket aspersions on all cyclists: “Cyclists are rude, obnoxious Cretins, who think they are above the law.” I know, people who write those kind of letters are idiots, too. But, dude, you’re not doing us any favors, here.
A few blocks farther up Olive, a guy with a flat-bed bike trailer of some sort blasted through the stop sign at Broadway without even slowing down. He continued up Olive and, without missing a pedal stroke, headed through the red light as he turned left onto Eighth:
I know. There’s not much in the way of auto traffic here, but that’s really beside the point, people. And, look: I love the notion that he’s heading off to help a buddy move his couch or something without burning any fossil fuels. But that he just blatantly ignores this red light pisses me off, because it makes people who drive lose respect for cyclists. I’d rather we took the high road.