Well, now that the Memorial Day holiday is over, the unofficial start of summer is here. If you’re going anywhere out of town for the summer, you have no worries, except the expense. But if you’re staying here, it’s already shaping up to be another summer of dodging those rogue bikers on the sidewalk!
First, Bike-to-Work Day started out pleasantly enough for me. From my door and during my walk to to work over the first couple of blocks, not a single sidewalk biker. And, as I crossed 17th and Q, every cyclist was stopped at the red light behind the pedestrian crosswalk, just like the rest of the traffic. But it couldn’t last forever–As I turned from 17th on to little side street Corcoran, I had to flatten myself against Cairo Liquor’s side wall to avoid being hit by a rogue biker speeding on the narrow sidewalk. In case I haven’t made it clear before, Corcoran is a one-way street between Q and R that virtually no through auto traffic uses. And, on this morning, as usual, there was zero auto traffic on the much broader street. So what was this guy’s excuse? Only his entitlement mentality. He’d probably been riding the sidewalk on New Hampshire where there are bike lanes going both ways but some auto traffic and didn’t want to switch off the sidewalk to the unused street. He’d rather rattle the pedestrians.
As you know, one of my biggest concerns is the number of these rogue bikers on the sidewalks on the weekends, when they have even less auto traffic to deal with. Every day this weekend I had to wait for a sidewalk biker to speed by before stepping from my apartment sidewalk to the main sidewalk. It kind of ruins your day when that’s the first thing you have to contend with. But I got even more upset on Sunday evening when, after a concert and and really enjoyable dinner with friends and the concert’s soloist, we were saying our goodbye’s outside the restaurant on P Street. There were many other people out enjoying the evening strolling along and others, like us, gathered in groups, like sociable people tend to do. Right after I excused myself from the group and started toward Dupont Circle, I encountered a speeding sidewalk biker, weaving in an out of the crowds. I turned back toward my group and yelled “Watch out for the sidewalk biker” I was probably a bit too far for them to hear among the general din. But I thought to myself as I saw the biker brush one person close enough that he was knocked off balance, what if he hits the talented pianist? A person’s career can be ruined by just one seemingly small injury to the hand.
Well, that’s all for now. STAY ALERT. DON’T GET HURT! And enjoy the summer.