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City Life

Cycling in Winter

Cycling Through Flurries, Bloor Street, Toronto

I gave up cycling in the city after three run-ins with vehicles. The third time, I was passing a bus that had stopped to pick up some passengers. A tow truck tried to pass me while I was passing the bus and it clipped me with its wide rear view mirror, striking me between the shoulder blades. The glass in the mirror exploded all around my head and the impact shot me forward out in front of the bus as it was starting up. Two things worked in my favour: first, I was able to stay upright until I reached the curb; second, the bus driver saw me and stopped the bus, otherwise he might have run me down. But that was enough for me.

My previous run-in had been more serious, resulting in an overnight stay in an emergency ward and a major concussion. I wanted to get back to riding my bike. After all, cycling is one of the most energy efficient and environmentally friendly forms of transportation. It has the further benefit of taking up little space, an important consideration in urban settings. However, a third hit coupled with an increasingly confrontational attitude from many drivers sent my levels of anxiety through the stratosphere. I hung up my wheels and started walking everywhere.

I haven’t given up on cycling entirely. Not long ago, my wife and I went on an extended cycling tour of County Cork in the Republic of Ireland. In preparation, I had purchased a sexy pair of skin-tight shorts with padding in all the right places, and not wishing my purchase to go unused after our tour, I started wearing the shorts to the gym where I regularly sit on a stationary bicycle (which is technically a unicycle) and pretend I’m fleeing a horde of rabid zombies. I pedal like the wind, not that there’s any wind in a gym, but it gives me a good cardio workout. Most importantly, I haven’t crashed the stationary bicycle, not even once.

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Street Portrait

Minnie Mouse Bow

When I first say this woman locking up her bicycle, my impression was that the Minnie Mouse bow on the helmet looked silly. But later, it struck me as eminently practical, at least from an urban cycling point of view. Yes, she shouldn’t have to make herself more visible, and yes, victim blaming should have no place in our public conversations about urban traffic. For the latest iteration of this, we have the December 26th rollover in downtown Toronto that injured 8 pedestrians, killing one of them. Toronto police const. Tony Macias drew flack when commenting on the accident and advising pedestrians to “keep their eyes open.”

But given that many drivers don’t pay attention, and given that the cars they drive can be lethal to those who aren’t in them, and given that existing infrastructure favours those lethal cars, I can understand if someone wants to use a Minnie Mouse bow to make themselves more visible. Certainly, Toronto’s Vision Zero program isn’t doing any good.

I’m disinclined to say Tony Macias engaged in victim blaming. Criticism here strikes me as misplaced. It’s the same form of argument that was leveled against John Lennon when he said the Beatles were more popular than Jesus. When the media pressed him to recant for being disrespectful, his response was: but it’s true. We may not like that pedestrians need to “keep their eyes open.” But they do need to keep their eyes open, and we can’t very well hold Tony Macias responsible for that. If we want to assign responsibility, we need to look at this from a broader perspective that takes into account matters like urban design and social attitudes towards transit. For now, put a bow on your helmet.

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Street Photography

Cycling on Queen Street with Umbrella

Person cycles down Queen Street West while holding an umbrella

I’m grateful I live in a city where it is possible for people to be unafraid to live as they are. It isn’t perfect, of course. Wherever they are, people will always struggle to negotiate with grace the challenges of difference. But here, at least, I witness more moments of grace than not. That leaves me free to notice little details I might otherwise miss: a yellow pepper in the basket, a plastic Dumbo the Elephant fixed to the handlebar.