On the new paving is a picture of a bike – a “two wheeler” every block or so. And on a pole near the decal, is the following: a picture of the decal and these words under it: “May Use Full Lane”.
You have to be kidding?
Let’s, for one moment, take a “snapshot” of Chatsworth Street, going west, just past Dana Middle School. Pay attention to how wide that street appears to be. Got the picture? In the center of this extra wide street is a lone biker. Not a “hog biker” but a 9 speed biker. You are behind him. The decal on the pavement indicates that bikes are fine and the sign tells you that that biker can use the full lane. What are you going to do? Stay behind him until he moves so that you can pass him? Do you pass him on the left or do you pass him on the right? What if he moves to the right the same time you do? Or, what if he moves to the left at the same time you do? Or what if you decide to pass him on the left and run cause a head-on collision between you and the car going east on Chatsworth?
Bull! I almost saw it happen on June 15th (and then I saw something similar happen today- the 20th.
On the 15th, there was a lone bike rider huffing and puffing to get up the hill. (He should try going up Hill Street!) He was smack dab in the middle of the street. There were no cars parked along the curb and there were no other obstacles blocking his way.
But…he had the right of way and he was taking it. A car came up behind him and, in actuality, passed me so he could get where he was going faster than I was going. Except he didn’t see the biker in front of me. When he did, he swerved to the left so that he didn’t hit the biker, but almost ran right into the car that was driving eastbound. Fortunately that driver saw what was about to happen and swerved to the right. How lucky he was that there was not another car on his right – or even luckier – there was not another biker coming along side his car.
I stopped riding my bike years ago when Sunset Cliffs became so congested. Quite frankly, it scares me with doors opening; drivers pulling away from the curb without looking, etc. But this new scenario scares me even more. The next time I get married – and I hope I do – I want to marry an attorney because he will become quite wealthy defending either the biker, the driver, or maybe even the city.