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Lady in pink would be killed if she came to Amsterdam
I damn nearly got murdered by an angry speeding cyclist in Paris, near a canal. I crossed the lane without realizing, not being used to their presence. Bike lanes are simply nonexistent where I live, and I was only staying in Paris for a couple weeks. The dude got super mad at me, like super super mad. To this day I still fantasize about throwing him and his fucking bike in the canal. I really should have done it.... why do I have to second-guess everything
Learn how to cry on command. That would probably have taken the wind out of his sails. I'm not a car freak. If I could get by in my suburban hell without one I would. That being said, if cars have to be aware of cyclists then cyclists need to be aware of pedestrians.
Yea, exactly my point. I'm not denying that I should have been aware of the presence of the bike lane but it falls on the guy on a vehicle to be acutely aware of his surroundings and wary of potential collisions. I say this as a driver and a bicycler
Let me get this straight: You walked into a bicycle path because you weren't aware of your surroundings. The bicycle stopped because the cyclist was aware of their surroundings.
Getting reamed out in public must have sucked, and was probably overkill. But this sounds like someone safely avoided an accident when you made a mistake.
I say this as a cyclist who uses my Big Girl voice on dedicated bike paths and someone who's accidentally walked onto a bike path.
When I first started cycling in a heavy bike-commuter city I got yelled at, a lot, because there isn't a lot of public education on safely navigating bike lanes. Embarassing, yeah, but I learned fast.