A lovely trip around the Bays today brought me in contact with a veritable parade of other riders. I saw a smiling dad providing ample cushion to his confident but small daughter as they pedaled past Scorching Bay. I smiled at Patrick as he rolled by Queen Sally’s. I felt the urgent breath of competition on my neck as roadies overtook me. Woosh. There were a lot of us out there today and it was a lovely damn day for it. Thanks Wellington! And a loud ‘ta’ to the drivers as well who seemed particularly committed to the easy Sunday drive.
As I hunker down for the evening, I’m thinking about the difference between the weekend ride and the Monday morning commute. I have a hypothesis based on personal experience: if you pretend the morning commute is just a Sunday ride, and, not forgetting to get on your bike to make the journey, you opt to hear the crackle and roll of tires on the road instead of the cackle and moan of morning radio, who’s to say you won’t feel just as footloose and free for the rest of the day– maybe the week– as you felt on Sunday afternoon? I saw you out there today, Wellington bike riders! You were loving it. You can love it all week long, if you let yourself.
As you ponder the possibilities of morning rides, consider the following video:
That there is a pretty medley of Copenhagen’s rush hours. I’m particularly in love with the legal priority for riders over drivers looking to turn. I, uh, believe that’s a Porsche yielding to bikes at 1:34.
They say the best way to improve the driver awareness of riders (thus, to improve safety) is to reach a critical mass of riders, which, apparently, only means about 3% of the transport mode share. So, hey kids! Let’s ride on Mondays like we do on Sundays. (Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays are acceptable as well. Saturdays, maybe take your skateboard out.)