Your Ride is Your Perspective

A ticket trap for sidewalk bicyclists along West Houston Street between Washington and West Streets last month elicited some depressing comments on Streetsblog today. What I should realize is that nobody has any idea whatsoever of what it is like to bicycle outside of their own experience. It’s completely foreign to them. So Streetsblog ends up as a litany of first-world problems, complete with first-world solutions.

The most obvious first-world solution is the limited application of infrastructure upgrades (or in this case, downgrades, as it’s not clear to me that crossing West Street on the northern side of Houston is actually a very safe idea). Folks recommend fixes to the places they know best, which turn out to be in areas that Streetsblog readers are likely to travel. So on a social and environmental justice level, greasing the squeaky wheel makes little sense as the squeaky wheels are in the places that the folks with the most privilege and the most opportunities are cycling.

This being said, it is also self-evident that providing better, safer access to a cheap means of transportation like bicycling will do more for poor people than rich people. Rich people not only have more resources to address the quality of their transportation, but they have a wider diversity of transportation needs. The trap is of course that bicycling is often portrayed as something rich people do, instead of something that poor people might do.

This bugs me as I don’t buy into Roger Geller of Portland’s theory that convincing “interested but concerned” people to get into the saddle and pushing the pedals is the way to make new bicyclists. If bicycling is a reasonable option for people, poor people or rich people, they will do it. Make it more reasonable, on a time-spent level, on a safety level, on an infrastructure level, on a comfort level, on a trip-chaining level, and they will do it. Often times, I see fellow advocates get wrapped around the axle about making small improvements to peripheral routes (like fixing the sinkhole on the Hudson River Greenway north of the GWB). I doubt these are going to make anybody’s trips more reasonable. But they will surely make the trips of the complainers more enjoyable.

Flat me!

Ongoing repair work in Upper Manhattan extends past the 181st Street IRT station to the handball courts in Fort Washington Park, near 158th St:

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Twice in a week on the ride downtown, my friend has run into these giant metal flat-causing objects: the first one, the bobby-pin shaped thing, actually did not itself puncture the tube: the pictured object had run itself into one of the rubber studs on the tire and out again, without puncturing anything airtight. A similar one had gone in at a deeper angle, passed through the tube and out again, and left two holes. I only found the pictured one while inspecting the tire after patching the flat.

Today’s evil coil of wire had such a latent desire to come along on our journey, it had managed to lodge one end of itself into the tire and through the tube. I could hear the other end flapping against the bottom of the luggage rack as she rode along. A hundred meters later, she halted, and I held it the coil in place while deflating the tube, then popped the bead off the rim and saw it projecting a half-inch through the tire and into the tube.

While I glued on the patch, she went to investigate: apparently as the workmen resurfacing the handball court scrape the cyclone-fence door open and shut, the metal pieces break off and stay in the pathway, waiting to ambush passing cyclists using the Hudson River Greenway.

Maybe slick tires are the answer, because the detritus seems to stick between the studs and work itself into the tube. Any thoughts?
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