After one of my later days spent at the office I headed home
to find a number of hazards on my way.
- Hazard number 1, my confidence: During the past couple of rides home I have chosen to pick up my cell phone and return calls that were missed earlier in the day. Not the safest thing to do while cruising down somewhat busy streets with parked cars lining both sides at night.
- Hazard number 2, the door opening: This evening was my first experience of this but I have heard some horror stories. You’re riding down the street, following the rules, maybe going a little fast when… the driver’s side door of the car on your right opens, you hit it, and you go flying.
- Hazard number 3, pedestrians: We’re all just trying to get where we need to go and with the hap-hazard parking of the wonderful drivers of Bucharest we just have to come out of nowhere at times skirting our way between vehicles.
- Hazard number 4 and by far the most dangerous in my mind, dogs: Night has fallen and that normally peaceful street with the school on the corner turns into a hunting ground with packs of dogs searching for food or maybe just some excitement to pass the time, something to chase before it gets so late that they have to chase themselves.
Well soon after successfully dodging hazards number 2 and 3
as they came within seconds of each other, I chose to give up on talking on the
phone, putting a temporary end to hazard number 1. Since I tend to ride rather slowly around
town it was easy enough to dodge 2 and 3, but being my first “opening door”
experience I was a bit shocked.
The slow riding ends when approached with hazard number
4. Ever since bike riding began in
Bucharest hazard number 4 has haunted nearly anyone who dares to take to the small
streets on two wheels. There came a
point when I finally found my perfect route to work. The route took a relatively straight path, it
stuck to the small streets, and it kept me out of high traffic areas, both foot
and vehicle traffic. The one thing that caused
me to change that perfect course was that one dog, near that one block, always waiting
there to chase me down the street. Luckily
I found a decent detour that allows me to avoid the dog without significantly
changing my course.
A lesson learned almost two years ago in Petrosani was that
at night time in Romania those peaceful streets can turn ugly with the barking
beasts hot on your trail. After slowly
passing the general school I began to hear barking that I thought was safely
contained behind a fence. From 5 to 7
angry barking dogs ran out from under the barrier and come after me nearly
surrounding my bike as I began to speed up down the street. Such moments are the most dangerous on a bike
here because when you are thinking about the angry barking dogs inching closer
and closer to your ankles you’re not thinking about cars pulling out or the
intersection up ahead. I guess you don’t
really have to worry about dodging other pedestrians though. I got away.
After getting through a ride home like the one I had this
evening, many cyclist would be proud of themselves. They just managed to skirt disaster coming at
them from a number of angles without really even trying. No sweat, “floare la ureche” as the Romanians
say. For me it was quite a humbling
experience. My slow cruising of the
small streets method has been reinforced as well as the need to have a heightened
sense of awareness after darkness falls.
Now that the clocks have changed, these new lessons will come in handy
on a daily (nightly) basis either until springtime comes or until the snow
drives me off the roads.
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