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A sensible cyclist on the streets of Southasia

Posted in Travel by careyb
Dec 14 2009
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shalim_virji

A ten-point agreement between me, a cyclist, and you, someone who needs four wheels to get around (trucks, buses, micros and motorcyclists – your time too will come):

One: Despite any pretension to the contrary, on the road we are equals.

Two: When in doubt, remember: yes, I am riding my cycle because I choose to do so.

Three: I will leave as much space in the roadway as possible, but I will not get off of my cycle to let you pass.

Four: Horns are no substitute for a) prudence, b) civility or c) brakes.

Five: Keep in mind the fact that, in most heavy-traffic situations, I’m actually faster than you. Allowing me to go first is thus just good flow management – and I’ll reciprocate when the roles are reversed.

Six: Based on number four, if you cut me off unnecessarily I will do everything in my power to return the favour immediately. If you’re planning on turning quickly, just wait the additional few seconds behind me.

Seven: If you are in the wrong lane, that means that you are in the WRONG LANE – neither high speed, nor loud sounds, nor flashing lights nor generally acting like a jerk make for right of way when you’re in the wrong lane.

Eight: Oh, you’ve noticed that I am fitter and more energetic than you are, not to mention less of a blowhard? So have I. Oh, you’ve noticed that people can stand behind my cycle and not cough and wipe their eyes? So have I.

Nine: Take note of the fact that I am not enclosed in steel and plastic as you are – rather, I am open to the elements, and highly damageable.

Ten: Not being enclosed in steel and plastic, I can hear you coming from a very long ways away – no reason to blast me with your horn, unless you’re horny.

Bonus: We will both continue to respect the egg-delivery bicyclists as the saints of the roadway.

-Carey L Biron

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