Specifically, a 2006 Lemond Cyclocross with the Shimano 105 component set. This site will be pictures of my bike and rides and thoughts from those rides. But if you want to share pictures of your bike, by all means do.
Coming to work this morning, down the dreaded Kinzie corridor that I usually avoid, I was reminded again of why I avoid the Kinzie corridor. As I came to the bottom of the hill where Kinzie intersects with Prairie Alley I began to slow down a bit to look for pedestrians crossing. It’s a good thing, too. An asshat in a black Range Rover came speeding around the corner during a right turn - clearly either not looking for me or choosing to ignore my presence. I probably had five feet to stop, not enough to avoid a full-on collision, but enough to keep it from getting ugly. Still, I ended up with a few bangs and bruises: I did end up on the ground after bouncing off the Range Rover. As a small group of cyclists and pedestrians stopped to see if I was OK - mostly yes - I looked up to see the driver slow down, clearly cognizant of what had happened. Slow down, but not stop. They quickly sped around the corner and out of site before anyone could get a license plate number. I went to follow, but had to stop after picking up my bike and discovering it had not fared as well as I did. Hopefully it’s just a case of a twisted handlebar stem - and easy fix. I’m off to Kozy’s shortly to have it looked over. All this, of course, happened on one of the city’s protected bike lanes, of which I am not a fan. With a row of cars between myself and the asshat who hit me, I was unable to see their intentions until it was too late - not a signal, mind you, as they didn’t bother with that. But it also afforded precious little space for avoiding the inevitable. The people who stopped, having seen the whole incident, confirmed that this guy was “a dick.” That he seemed to turn without even looking. Thankfully I ride with safety in mind - helmet, lights, bright clothes, etc. But none of that helps when people don’t give a shit about anyone on the roads but themselves. That’s not to say cyclists are without blame. Car drivers have not cornered the market on self-centered road manners by any stretch. And a person who can’t be bothered to stop and check on someone they’ve potentially harmed after an accident is an asshat no matter what transportation they use. Of a couple things, I am sure: