I've been taking a bit of a different route home allowing me to avoid most of ugly town and the 5 line highway that cuts through it. Its a bit longer, but it cruises through some suburbs and past a soap factory that always smells real nice - until I remind myself that I'm smelling rendered fat and spice... hah!
Paradoxically, while I absolutely live to ride, and love my commute I often spend time musing about the negatives of the system - the constent push for exponential industrial growth, the never ending pavement, the car culture, and the isolation from nature it all nurtures. I was reading a website the other day about this guys who not just commutes by bike, but does everything by bike; his website is an absolute resource, a treasure chest of articles on life, biking, and the minimalist culture I like to embrace. His prose is articulate, and the articles real poigniant. While I often embrace anger, his philosophy advocates a more neutral, proactive stance all the while not yielding an inch to the car culture. As I was reading his site, becoming more and more inspiried I noticed a blurb at the top of the page near the title; it read that the author, Ken Kifer had been killed on his ride home from work in Sept. 2003 by a drunk driver who had just left jail 4 hours ago. He was hit from behind, and the driver never even stopped to see if he was alright; he simply sped off in a drug induced tirade of ignorance. The driver was sentenced to just 20 years. I was stunned, and saddened. Ken was 59 years old and had been riding for longer than I've been alive, yet his life was taken, no. stolen from him in an instance by a drug using criminal driving a truck. Had that criminal been on foot nothing would have happened to Ken, but because our society so privelages the automobile, this criminal was allowed a microphone through which he physically vocalized his extreme idiocy. What a shame.
On a different note, because I ride a coastal trail part of my way home I often see people walking or biking, especially lately with the warmer weather. I make an effort to smile or wave to those who I pass, but rarely do I get any response. The general rule is that the nicer the clothes, the deeper the scowl I recieved. At the risk of sound un-PC (oh dear!) the least friendly are women in their 40-50s who are wearing either designer sports clothes or fancy city-style over coats and hats (whatever the hell that stuff is called), the deep frowns they give me seem to signify the following; "HOW dare you bike where we walk! It is bad enough we have to share the road with you, now we see you off the highway as well? Don't you know the extreme inconvienence it is to shave seconds off our trips by slowing our SUVs for a moment while we drive around you?"
I did have a pretty damn cool experience a few days ago riding home though. After passing the usual people, I came up behind a biker who was moving at a slower, but steady pace. As I passed, and my head back to wave I saw a young woman with downs-syndrome, she looked up at me smiled and waved back. Hardly no one does that. As I kept riding I was thinking about that girl and how great it was that she was out riding. In a society that would deny her all usual privelages, belittle her intellectual performance, and seek to label her condition as an undesireable disability, on her bike she is an equal. By riding she is free, can go where she may wish and will not be labeled by an social stigmas. Out there on that trail we were equals, just the way it should be. I hope to see her riding again sometime.
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