Showing posts with label accident. Show all posts
Showing posts with label accident. Show all posts

Friday, June 9, 2017

Don't Hit It, Unless You Can Eat It All....

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Well, that's an odd title for a posting. 

I am not suggesting that you eat anything you hit when out riding the scooter. 

Nor am I advocating that you try to hit anything that happens to be on the road.  I'm afraid that PETA or some other bleeding heart group would come after me if I did. 

I'll explain further in a bit. 

What brought this strange topic to mind was a trip I took the other day, where a stray dog was standing on the road.  Confused as he could be, he was not sure where to turn. 

Here he is:


After slowing way down and blowing the horn at him a lot, he ran off. 

A closer look:


He is not long for this world, I'm afraid, if he stays around here. 


That got me to thinking.  What if I had hit him?  He is probably an 80 or 90 pound animal.  My bike, with me on it, weighs about 620 pounds.  He would make quite an impact if I hit him.  I am sure I would fall if I did, and I'll bet the bike would be heavily damaged both by the impact with the animal and with the road. 

...and that doesn't count what might happen to Bucky. 

So, what size isn't too big to cause major trouble if we collided? 

Let's go down the list and see if we can figure this out. 

I once ran across this horse wandering on the road, along with a pretty big dog. 

See: Stuff in the Road
Both are too big to survive tangling with on two wheels. 

This deer is also too big, even though she is a small one as deer go in this area:

See: Oh, Deer
What about this group?:

See: Got My Goat
Too big, and there being several of them together would make them hard to miss. 

Do you see the cow on the right there? 


It looks as though he is getting ready to sprint out into the street.  (Actually, he is a yard ornament in the city of Brevard, NC. ) 

Nevertheless, he is too big.  

How about this rabbit?:


You might be able to stay up if you hit him.  ...but it would be best of it were not while leaning into a curve. 

Same with this guy:


I can't tell you how many of these I have run over in the car because of their indecisiveness.  They seem to change their minds right when they have escaped being crushed. 


Yea, that's about right, I'd say.  I wish they would take decision-making classes or something. You'd think the indecisive ones would already be wiped out.  Maybe they are all that way. 

This is a slippery one:

See: Stuff in the Road
A tortoise (not a turtle).  Stay away. 

This?:

See: Pavement Surfaces and Other Things to Watch Out For
Possibly. 

So what is the decision point?  How big is too big? 


One rule of thumb I have heard,
but not tested,

is that if it is too big to eat in one sitting,

avoid hitting it.  


Your results may vary.  ...and it depends on your lean angle, your machine, your tires, your speed, and whether you manage to hit whatever it is squarely or a glancing blow. 

Lots of "depends ons". 

That rule of thumb might work for all but the tortoise.  I believe I could eat one of those in one sitting, but it sure would be quite a lump to run over.  I think I will avoid it. 


Best not to hit any of these varmints, actually. 


Instead, learn to brake heavily and swerve smartly (but not both at the same time, please).  ...and practice those moves frequently. 


There are a few other live road hazards I have experience with. 

One like this got me about four years ago: 

See: Big Bird
I avoided several of his associates who were dining on some road kill, but this one flew right into my face shield as he flew away.  Good thing I has wearing that protective gear.  (I always do, by the way.) 

What about these varmints?:

See: Stuff in the Road
...or this one?:

Especially if he is running in the middle of the road, or not facing traffic.

Some of them seem to willfully make it hard to avoid them.  ...and they have lawyers, I'm told. 

I've seen a lot of these, too:

See: Smooth
Coming and going at high speeds, some more careful than others, and some easier to avoid than others. 

They're too big, and can cause you lots of other trouble. 


So let's run down the list, and whether it is likely to be OK if you hit one:
  • Rabbit - OK
  • Squirrel - OK
  • Bird - OK (if small enough to eat in one sitting)
  • Snake - OK
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  • Dog - not OK
  • Goat - not OK
  • Deer - not OK
  • Horse - not OK
  • Cow - not OK 
  • Tortoise - not OK (usually small enough, but hard and slippery)
  • Man - not OK
  • Bicyclists - not OK
  • Motorcyclists - not OK
Well, it looks as though the list is pretty long of things that you should avoid hitting.  That's a good policy. 


What about you?  What animals have you encountered on the road...and what was the result? 

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Thursday, September 22, 2016

Found! The Van That Could Have Killed Me.

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A few weeks ago, I wrote about a van coming at me in the wrong lane in the curves of US-178. 

Fortunately, I wasn't killed. 

I had the GoPro camera rolling, so I captured his irresponsibility.  I couldn't identify the vehicle because the front license tag is not state-issued.  ...but it is distinctive, as is the vehicle. 

Well, I now know the license number of this van, because it was seen August 31, 2016 at 10:17AM in the side parking lot of the Hollingsworth building at 147 East Main Street, Brevard, NC 28712.

Here is a picture of that building.  The parking lot where the van was parked is on the right of the building. 

The building houses:
  • Quotations Coffee Cafe
  • Wells Fargo Advisor
  • Main Street Limited
  • McGuire, Wood and Bissette attorneys
  • Camp Pacs
  • Cardinal Title Center 
  • Danny Hollingsworth Dry Wall 
Whoever owns the van is probably either an employee or a patron of one of those businesses.  The building to the right in the picture, across the parking lot, is the Brevard/Transylvania Chamber of Commerce, at 175 East Main Street.  

Here is the picture of the VW Vanagon that could have killed me, parked at the Hollingsworth building:


Look familiar?  Here is what it looked like to my GoPro on that day on route 178: 

April 16, 2016

Note the distinctive front license tag, the white roof, the bumper bolts, the brown color, and the roof rack. 

Here is the license tag number:  North Carolina BKE-92370

I don't know who the driver is.
 Yet.  

If anybody knows him, let me know. 
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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

This Could Have Ended It All

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I survived. 

See Update Here.....  

It was on US-178, north of SC-11, April 16.  About here on the map:  


Around 4.2 miles north of SC-11, at "B" on this map:

Click here for larger map.

The road was clear. The weather was good.  The curve was not too tight.  I had my GoPro recording. 















Somebody in a chocolate brown VW Vanagon must've thought his side was on the left of the double yellow line. 

Or maybe he was drunk.  Or high.  Or texting.  Or something. 

See for yourself, especially at about 1:45: 




Here are some stills taken from the video. 
Nice curve.  Going pretty slow.
Look just right and above center, peeping out from the motorcycle cowling. 
I could see him coming before the camera could. 


Oh, oh.  This doesn't look right.

Getting closer.

And closer.

Totally on the wrong side of the double yellow.
I start a little correction to better avoid him.
I had already moved a little closer to the center of my lane, as I
frequently do when there is an oncoming vehicle. 
I otherwise would have been more to the left of my lane for this curve. 

Still coming.
Completely over the center line.
Totally oblivious to the issue at hand.
He is close enough for me to read his front license
tag, though I wasn't looking at it right then.

I manage to skate by him.
Fortunately, there was room enough between the van and that guardrail.
Notice the rack on top of the van, maybe for a raft or tubes. 

My adrenaline starts pumping big time a couple of minutes later.



Looking back on the incident, I note that I didn't panic.  I didn't chop the throttle.  I didn't slam on the brakes.  I stayed away from both the van and from the guardrail. 

It could have been much worse.  I thank God that it wasn't. 


Can anybody identify this drunk
.                                                     stoner
.                                                      texter
.                                                       idiot
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See Update Here.....  

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Thursday, August 7, 2014

Identify Yourself!

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When you are out enjoying the roads and the fellowship of riding on two wheels, there are a couple of things that you ought to have with you just in case. 

We discussed one of these a while back -- taking a coach's whistle in case you are so unfortunate as to run off the straight and narrow -- or off the twisties -- and into somewhere you can't be seen.  You might be able to give some blasts on the whistle and attract attention to your plight.  It could save your life, even. 

Another thing you should do is carry some identification.  Yes, you have to carry your license and some dinero to buy gas and lunch victuals, but I don't have room in my riding suit to carry my entire wallet.  It has too much other stuff in it -- and it is not all cash, by the way.  I do stuff the important items into a Ziploc® bag and put them into my breast pocket.

I have heard stories, though, where a rider who has met with disaster on the road has to be taken out of, or even cut out of his protective gear (you do ride in ATGATT, right?), and the gear gets separated from the rider.

That's bad.

The emergency people ask: Who is this unfortunate soul?  How do we know who to tell that we had to scoop him up and carry him off? 

So, it seems to me important to do two more things. 

This first of these is where my brilliant idea comes in: Carry a comprehensive identification tag around your neck.

Like this one: 

The tag is printed on both sides with the pertinent info, then laminated in plastic to keep my copious sweat from making it all soggy, and it is attached to a stretchy lanyard from an old pair of earplugs.  (You don't want to make the cord too substantial, lest it choke you if you get it caught on something.)  

The info on the tag should include, at minimum:

  • Your name and street address
  • Your wife's name, street address, and phone numbers
  • Your children's and/or parents' names and phone numbers
  • Your employer's name, address, and phone number
  • Your wife's employer's name, address, and phone number
  • Your medical insurance provider, identification numbers, and phone numbers
  • Your auto insurance provider, identification numbers, and phone numbers
  • Your personal physician's name and phone number
  • Your allergies
  • Your medication types and dosages
  • Your blood type
  • Any diseases or medical conditions you have
  • Names and phone numbers of emergency contacts, if different from above
Make the typeface small enough to fit all the vitals on, but make sure it is still legible.  The paper part on mine is 2-3/8" high by 2" wide.  You can buy self-stick lamination sheets if you don't have access to a heat laminator. 

The last very important thing is to make certain that the people who are listed as emergency contacts know to answer the phone, even if they don't recognize the number calling them.  I have been out on a ride where we needed to get in touch, but where the contact did not answer the unrecognized phone calling.

Also bad.  

If you ever need it, these things could save your bacon.  Make a tag today, and wear it whenever you go out riding, or do any other activity where somebody might need to have some essential information if you can't tell them yourself.  


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Thursday, August 1, 2013

Not Whistling Dixie

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Know what this is? 
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Well, yes it is a coach's whistle, but it is far more.

It could be a life saver. 

How?  If you keep one of these on a lanyard around your neck, you have a way to signal somebody if you aren't in plain view.  Like if you have run off the road into a thicket, or tumbled down an embankment.

Not pleasant to think about, but it could happen.  And if it does, it could be vital to your survival. 

That little item can give a loud-and-clear signal with even a light breath. Even if you can't speak or holler. 

It works for hiking and bicycling, too.  I have carried one for several years now.  Fortunately, I have never had to use it. 

And that's not just whistling Dixie


Links to related postings:
Let Somebody Know -- and Give Them This Critical Instruction 
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Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Big Bird

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Last Saturday I went for a ride, as is my usual habit.  It was predicted by the weather guessers that it would be in the seventy degree ballpark in the afternoon.  Can't miss a day like that! 

I ended up going just a little over 130 miles, and I'll write about the details of the ride later, but I had one encounter early in the day that was striking.

When there is an animal that has met its demise along our roadways, there are some times when the cleanup crew doesn't get there to scoop it up right away.  In fact, if there is a deer strike for example, and the carcass is still warm, there may be bunches of people who stop to pick it up for processing into tasty venison -- providing a service without taxpayer cost -- and providing some family with a feast.  . 

When the deceased is smaller, nature takes over nicely.

And that is where big bird comes in.

You see, there were several of them feeding on some carrion in a wooded area by the road on the early part of my route.  As usual, they had one eye on the prey, and one on the road scanning for approaching traffic.  These three fellows had the timing just right as I approached.  They took flight at about the same time and flew off to some safe and convenient nearby perch.

Common Raven -- photo by David Hofmann, Santa Rosa, CA

Except for one of them.  He took his flight, but right at me.  The next thing I knew, there was a disheveled mess of black feathers heading right for my face.  I ducked as best I could.  A split second after that black feather boa spread over my face shield, came a thump of significant magnitude, despite my attempt to duck down to avoid it.

Smack!

I heard my neck bones crackling as the back of my helmet hit the collar of my suit.  I estimate that the weight of this bird was somewhere between that of a flatiron and a locomotive.

Fortunately, I recovered quickly from the impact, and my state of amazement at what he did.  When I again opened my eyes, I found that I was still upright, and mostly in my own lane.  I motored on a little further, when it dawned on me that maybe I ought to go back and snap a picture of evidence for you, kind readers.  I turned around at the next intersection, and went back, scouting carefully for the unfortunate feathered creature with underdeveloped navigational skills.

Alas, he must have survived to feed on the road kill another day.  Either that or he fluttered off into the forest to die in peace.  Either way, I couldn't find him.

A little while later, after my heart rate had slowed down a bit more, I stopped to take a look at my trusty protective helmet.  There was a greasy streak on the shield, but no forfeited feathers, and no gooey excreta. Surprising, that.  I think my errant feathered friend(?) might have been no worse for wear than before our little encounter. 

So, I don't have the evidence, but it was sure a real encounter for me.  My neck doesn't hurt, and the crackling I heard was probably just some breaking loose of a few calcium deposits that accumulate with old age. Saves me a trip to the quack chiropractor. Great, huh? 

No harm, no foul.

Or is that no fowl

Good lesson here.  No matter what type of close encounter with a road hazard you have, ATGATT is an important watchword.  It was for me that day. 

How about you?  What close encounters have you had?  
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Thursday, April 26, 2012

Harangue -- Maybe Life and Death

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harangue: An impassioned, disputatious public speech; A tirade or rant, whether spoken or written; To give a forceful and lengthy lecture or criticism to someone.


A few weeks ago, on March 12 to be exact, at a little after 4:00 AM, a motorcycle rider was being chased by a State Highway Patrol Trooper.  The motorcycle rider was speeding and would not stop.  Rather, he ran, at high speed.  He came near my house. 

It happened that I was lying awake, tossing and turning in my bed with the windows open that morning. I heard the bike wind up tightly several times, probably on the straights. I heard the siren of the police car following him.  The trooper's car failed to make a curve, left the road into a wooded area and down an embankment, turned over, and caught fire.  The officer was pinned in the vehicle, and had suffered two broken legs.  From a police video, I saw how close the officer came to losing his life in the burning vehicle.

WYFF News photo



View Larger Map

I drove past the crash site (at Pushpin "B" on the map above), and noticed something striking.  Just south of the place where the trooper went off the road, there are these new, and brightly-reflectorized signs. They certainly let you know there is a stop sign ahead.

Notice that the signs point STRAIGHT AHEAD, warning of the stop sign.  The fact that the road turns to the right is completely obscured by a rise in the road at the same place where the signs are. There are NO curve-ahead signs whatsoever, in either direction.

A closer view.

What would any motorist think?  That the road continues straight, of course! 

Here is what lurks just beyond the signs, however:

Note that the left side of the road is pitch black.  A gully is there about 20 feet deep, and many trees.

There are no curve warning signs here either.  Like this one:
from Safetysign.com
At high speed, this curve could be a killer.  I believe the lack of proper signage contributed to the accident. The LEO probably was not familiar with the road. I'll bet the biker was, and knew to turn even before the rise.

Here are some views in the daylight:
No sign of a curve.

This shot is taken even with the stop warning signs.
Now you can see the curve in the road, but the stop signs are not yet visible.

Here is where the patrol car went off the road.  That largest tree, just right of center has a large scar on its near side.  It and the trees further down in the gully are charred from the fire. 
 I don't know how the car got through the trees to its resting place beyond the big tree.  It is a wonder the officer wasn't killed on impact. 


Now, before we get into the debate about whether the officer should have been chasing the biker, consider the following:
  • LEOs cannot and should not make it a policy not to chase bikes. If that were the case, others who currently have respect for the laws of the road would begin to have less respect -- they would take more chances, and be more likely to break the laws.
  • Many who ride find that the motorcycle is easy to ride faster than the speed limit. Doing so, especially at 100 miles per hour, does not make it right.  The biker should have stopped.
  • We do not know whether there was some infraction besides speeding that morning that caused the patrolman to take chase. 
  • The officer made a decision to continue the chase. We do not know why.  I expect, however, that he must make such decisions -- and even more weighty ones -- many times during a week of duty.  I wonder how many of us can consistently make the best -- some will, after the fact, say CORRECT -- decisions under pressure.
This is just one more example, where our government spends piles of our money, but where the practical results are lacking. 

Makes me mad as I can be. You too, I hope. 


The motorcyclist is still at large.  If you have information, contact Crime Stoppers of Pickens County at 898-KOPS (898-5677).  There is a reward for information.


Previous Harangues:

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Friday, July 1, 2011

Let Somebody Know -- and Give Them This Critical Instruction

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When out riding, it is always a good idea to let someone know where you are going and for how long.  That way, if you are significantly delayed without word from you, they can send out the search party.

It is also a good idea to give your contact information to fellow riders in a group.  If you get separated, or one has a mishap, you may be able to contact the others to let them know what is going on.

Beyond that, when riding with others, exchanging names and phone numbers of their families is a good idea, so they can be contacted, especially if there is an emergency. 


On that last item, there is an important detail that must be completed by all riders beforehand.

Ready?  Here is the critical detail: 

Make CERTAIN that whomever
is at home while you are out,

answers the phone,

EVEN IF they do not recognize the
caller's telephone number.
 
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I have had some first-hand experience with this.  I arranged to meet up with a fellow rider, and we diligently exchanged our contact info, including our emergency contact phone numbers.  He had the misfortune of running off the road and into a guardrail during our ride.  He was wearing full gear (Haven't I heard somewhere about that being an excellent idea?), but needed a trip to the hospital to patch up his injuries. 

I pulled out my cell phone to make a call for help, but there was no service.  Some others had stopped to help, but their phones were also without service.  One of them drove to a place where he could make the 911 call for help.  Once the help arrived, I found a place where I could just barely get cell service, and called my buddy's emergency number.

I got no answer. 

His emergency contact did not make it a practice of answering calls from unknown numbers.  In this day and age of prank callers and unwelcome solicitations, that isn't unusual.  However, as a result that day, it was about an hour later that his family was notified of the accident.

I had never given a thought about instructing my emergency contact to answer the phone -- no matter what -- while I am out riding. 

I have now.  How about you?
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Friday, May 7, 2010

Pavement Surfaces and Other Things to Watch Out For

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I know my little Ninja can do things that I can't yet make myself do, but one of the unknowns that concerns me is the pavement.

I am shy about pavement. One reason is that I have hit it. Another reason is that you can't trust it. Sometimes it is covered with gravel, dust, mud, or other things. At times, the surface varies for some other reason.

There are several types of pavement that are "interesting" to ride on.

One is where road crews have ground the pavement down in preparation for repaving. Here is an example.


When riding on this ribbed surface, it feels very much as though you are riding on ice. The tires squirm back and forth giving you the impression of their slipping out from under you. Fortunately they don't. Such pavement is good practice for being loose on the bars and allowing the bike to right itself. I have had that opportunity lately because they are preparing to pave several miles of the route I take to work using this method.

Oh, and listen. When you ride on pavement that has been ground down, watch for the manholes. They can't grind them down, so they stick up a few inches and you have to dodge them. If you don't you could become airborne.

Riding on grooved pavement is a bit like the feeling of riding on (in?) gravel, where the bike squirms and moves in unnerving ways. I have a tendency to try out gravel roads at times in my touring, and I have told you about a few of them: Green River Road, Musterground Road, Toccoa.


If you grip the bars and stiffen up your arms as though your life depends on it, you might end up with your life depending on it. Instead, loosening up on the bars mostly allows the bike to help you. I have tried it both ways. Loose works, stiff doesn't. Looking well ahead is also of benefit to pick out the route that avoids ruts and the loosest stone -- or those manholes on the street under construction. Remember that you will go where you look, so if you look at the ground, you are likely to end up there.

Here is a good article by Erik at Open Road Journey:
Riding Motorcycles on Gravel: Find the Real Road Less Traveled


Another interesting surface feature is tar snakes. This is where the road crew flows liquid asphalt into cracks in the pavement to seal them against moisture. Some stays on the surface, making a black line, usually two or three inches across. They can be slippery when wet, but they can also be like butter when it is very hot. I had a chance to try out riding on some when I went to the Bad Creek Pumped Storage facility up SC-130 just south of Whitewater Falls last summer. The road is nicely paved and has almost no traffic, but has plenty of tar snakes. They were slick in the heat, but since they are narrow, they gave just a little impression of the tires slipping sideways without too much danger of their doing so completely. That gave me some practice in avoiding chopping the throttle or making other abrupt moves when this slippage occurred.


This is another type of tar snake, but it is usually more localized, and therefore, not as much of a hazard. Certainly this one isn't. Black ones are usually not dangerous anyway, at least in this part of the country.



Here is another variation of road surfaces.


See the crosswalk that looks like red brick? Pretty isn't it? It is made of embossed concrete. It also has a different surface texture than the asphalt road around it, so the level of traction is different. I am not certain whether it is better or worse than the asphalt because I haven't tried hard enough to find out.

As an added attraction, the crosswalk has settled since it was installed, so there is a marked bump at both edges.

Also, do you notice the white pavement markings? They are thick and are applied to the surface of the road, and last a long time -- much longer than paint does. The only problem is that they are slippery, especially when wet.

Now couple those conditions with the fact that this is an intersection where I make a right turn every day I ride to work. I have to make sure I have the right speed to prevent any of these surface anomalies -- or the combination of them -- from causing trouble.

I am not usually very aggressive in my turns, but there is certainly a possibility of a slip. In my view, the pretty cross walk is an expensive-to-install, higher maintenance hazard -- er, feature -- that would be more efficiently provided by simple lines on the pavement.

Wait, there's more!

The state recently paved the stretch of road leading to the right in the photo above. You can see that it is blacker. I wrote earlier about some other dumb things they did on another stretch of this same road. Just a few days ago they installed the final pavement markings. The fog lines and center line are put down by melting a plastic and spraying it onto the road surface after which glass beads are sprinkled onto the sticky surface. This makes the markings reflective at night. Good idea.

Did you notice the white stuff that looks like sand in the crosswalk, extending from the centerline, and elsewhere?


Good guess. Those are excess glass beads that spilled out of the spout on the truck where they stopped or where the markings are intermittent. They are spherical in shape, and they are like riding on marbles. Slick as, ah, glass, maybe? Slicker, I think.

I stay far away from that "sand" on the road, but I wonder how many people have slipped while driving, riding, or walking.

Warning: This next section may turn into a harangue.

Our little city has also seen fit to provide other, "interesting" features in and along its downtown streets. See if you agree.


The city fathers have installed well more than two dozen of these curbed planters along the main street of town. They effectively prevent someone parking a vehicle from quickly and easily sweeping into a parking space from the driving lane. Instead, you have to stop and maneuver in just as though another vehicle were present. That backs up traffic.

The vantage point in the photograph above is the view you would get when stopped, preparing to turn left onto the downtown street. That row of trees, despite their individually being skinny, together effectively block your view of the intersection that is just beyond them.

Almost every planter curb is marked by the tires of vehicles that have rubbed against them -- or worse. This one bears the scars of something worse and has lost some chunks of concrete as a result.


The planter above is located just before that right turn I have to make. It is in front of the black pickup truck that is parking in the photo second above. More than once I have seen drivers mistake the parking places before the planter as the side road entrance and try to turn there. When they realize their mistake, they might already be on a collision course with this curb.

As I mentioned, the trees they put in the planters are skinny, but when you look down the street, they can help obscure the oncoming traffic, especially if someone is coming along at more than the speed limit or if the oncoming vehicle is narrow -- like a motorcycle.

As a bonus, they also put in some islands in the center of the street, intended to be pedestrian havens as they cross. There is one near the corner I have been describing, and to the right of the black car in the picture below.


Remember that right turn on my way to work each day? Well, those center islands make it impossible for cars to pass me easily while I am slowing for the corner (the one that has all the various pavement "features"). They sometimes try to squeeze by on my left but are crowded away from the center and toward me on my relatively soft motorcycle by the cruel concrete curbs.

Oh, another thing. The planters take up on-street parking spaces, so customers of merchants here have a more difficult time finding a place to park, and if they do find a place, they have more difficulty getting into the parking spot. And the city wonders why people don't shop downtown.

And another thing. These beautiful planters require a significant amount of maintenance. Every summer, they have to weed and tend and water every one.

All in all, they have restricted the free and safe travel of traffic, replacing the open road with a maze of hazards. Reminds me of the traffic islands in downtown Hendersonville North Carolina.

Why they would spend our tax dollars to install hazards in the street, I cannot fathom. [Yep. It did turn into a harangue.]

Anyway, these are some of the hazards you might find along the route you take on your bike.

Just in case, be sure you are dressed for not only the ride, but for the fall as well. ATGATT rules!
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