Safety Archive

BOLO: Black Cadillac on Bayside Drive

Posted January 10, 2013 By Frank
Seen on Bayside Drive

Seen on Bayside Drive

It’s called getting “JerryBrowned”, after the Governor’s two-times vetoes of a Safe 3-Foot Passing law, when you get passed too closely by a motorist.

I was JerryBrowned on Bayside Drive yesterday around 3:30pm when this late model black Cadillac CTS Sport Wagon buzzed me like I’ve never been buzzed before. The driver came so close, the car missed hitting me by mere inches. It was the closest shave of my life.

It takes some practice to drive that close to a cyclist without hitting him; this motorist was quite competent. He, or she, has done it before. Maybe even doing it everyday.

When it comes to road rage, Bayside Drive is one of the worst roads in all of Newport Beach. It’s narrow, with Sharrows. And lots of pissed off motorists.

Be on the lookout for the black Cadillac — all Cadillacs come to think of it.

Saturday at Starbucks

Posted November 24, 2012 By Frank

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Where else should I be? Starbucks at Goldenrod & Coast Hwy is where the cyclists are.

I spent some time here yesterday – I came to shoot cyclists in motion, like I was doing in the Netherlands. My trip photos turned out so well – cyclists in motion with blurred backgrounds – I wanted to keep shooting here at home. It was only an after-thought yesterday when I passed out a handful of the blue business-card-sized Sharrows cards. I brought more this morning.

It was not so great for shooting because so many were stopping for coffee; cyclists were pouring in. That gave me an opportunity to chat.

We’re all ingrained to accept someone’s business card, and in that 2-second exchange I have just enough time to mumble a few words about safe riding on Coast Hwy. It’s good to stop talking and ask a question: “Where are you riding from?” This gets a 2-way chat going.

The most common question: “Where else are these going? Laguna?”

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There was one thing I wasn’t prepared for: “Thanks for doing this.”

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Midnight Sharrows

Posted November 1, 2012 By Frank

photo courtesy David Huntsman

It’s Halloween and I saw lots of revelers in costume as I awaited the painting of the first Sharrows on Coast Hwy tonight.

I’ll be out there first thing and file a report in the morning…

It’s a two-part process

Signs of Change

Posted October 31, 2012 By Frank

Before Sharrows came the Outreach campaign including these light pole banners

The bike community eagerly awaits the installation of Sharrows on Coast Hwy here in Corona del Mar.

Little sign, big message

For too long cyclists have either chosen to ride in the door-zone, or were bullied by harried motorists into riding dangerously close to parked cars. It’s happened to me too many times, and for no good reason, too.

Will motorist behavior change for the better? WIll more courtesy suddenly occur on this busy stretch of road?

It might take awhile. But there’s a new spirit of cooperation from many motorists I’ve spoken with. Eventually, everyone will get the message and yield to cyclists. It’s happened that way elsewhere, like in Long Beach and other cities. The new rule is: slow for cyclists and pass them on the left. They have a right to the full lane when there isn’t enough space for a bike lane and dangers lurk from suddenly opening car doors. It’s not a new rule, but too few knew, including cyclists.

It’s an exciting time for many local bike advocates. The eventual Sharrows will be the first to appear on PCH anywhere in the state, but not for long. Several other cities are planning a similar safety campaign. But we’ll be first. It’s a sign of change…

Come visit

Guest Post: The Revolution Will Not be Motorized

Posted October 5, 2012 By songbird

Sign the Petition

Death and injuries to cyclists on Pacific Coast Highway between Seal Beach and Corona del Mar are on the rise, yet there’s no apparent pause by those cities to take action as though it’s business as usual, but we’re fed-up and we’re not going to take it any more, so we’re driving this point into the political arena one city at a time where we will take the politicians to task and demand the concerns of cyclists and pedestrians are taken seriously so the carnage will stop, but until then we will continue shouting our invitation to every concerned soul to add their voice to the collective noise that we will rain down upon our elected officials and bureaucrats to deafen them into submission and jack them out of their complacency for our safety and their hostility against two wheel transportation until they recognize the “times they be a changing.”

Come add your voice to the noise and sign the petition.

The Revolution Will NOT be Motorized!
You will not be able to super glide, my brother.
You will not be able to gas up, spin out or cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on exhaust fumes and skip,
Skip out for gas fueled beer runs,
Because The Revolution Will Not be Motorized.

 

Ed: Luciano Gonzales blogs at CogJoint, which shows up in my InBox with the byline, “More love than you can handle”; love of bike riding, that is. Luciano is one of the many bike advocates who have contributed time and energy into making Long Beach so bicycle friendly. Just a few weeks ago a cyclist was seriously injured in Seal Beach and city officials there have been slow to take action to avoid the dangerous conditions that continue on their streets.

Let’s Make the Case for Separated Bike Lanes

Posted October 1, 2012 By Frank

Physically Separated Bike Lanes from Streetfilms on Vimeo.

Vancouver hosted a major city planning conference this summer. Word keeps trickling out about the latest developments in bike infrastructure — separated bike lanes.

Sarah Goodyear summarizes in “The Case for Separated Bike Lanes“.

They’d be great on uphill climbs, along zippy stretches of Coast Hwy; I can think of many spots where they’d protect cyclists. We’ve got to do something more to save lives and I’m afraid more signs and paint on the road ain’t gonna do it.

Where would such treatments fit on our local roads?

Jamboree, Ford Road, uphill on Newport Coast Drive and San Joaquin Hills Drive where wandering, distracted drivers have killed; eastbound on Coast Hwy between Jamboree and Avocado and again after Cameo Shores, basically anywhere motorists are traveling at 50-60mph off your left elbow. Paint’s not gonna have much of an impact safety-wise.

Picture Separated Bike Lanes on the long uphill stretches of Newport Coast Drive and San Joaquin Hills Drive, and why not on Coast Hwy, too? They’d save lives. Click to enlarge.

Overheard Last Night

Posted September 28, 2012 By Frank

Pizza and beer combined with an almost full moon — that was the setting as a dozen bike advocates from as far south as San Clemente gathered at my house to kick around bike safety priorities that hopefully Newport Beach will consider.

Although we met 2 weeks ago, Monday night will be the first working meeting of the Bike Safety Committee since the death of 2 women cyclists. Everyone has ideas, so Orange County Bicycle Coalition Executive Director Pete Van Nuys proposed getting concerned cyclists together to hear everyone out. Maybe some kind of consensus could be brought to the meeting.

But whenever you get ardent advocates in a room, or out on a moonlit deck, the discussion wanders all over the map. Errett Cord pulled the ranting into focus when he decried the traffic speeds on Newport Coast:

People are flying up the hill; the speeds are ridiculous.

Yet lowering speed limits won’t change motorists’ behaviors and might make them unenforceable. Bike lanes, Sharrows — they’re all just paint and didn’t prevent one of the recent deaths. A separate, protected bike lane would.

Then this afternoon I found this STREETFILMS video; it’s about Vancouver’s experience in separating cyclists from auto traffic. Take a look; you might like what you see:

Vancouver’s Velo Vision: Safe Biking for All Ages from Streetfilms on Vimeo

Is Newport Beach condemned to start at the very beginning? Must we argue for equal treatment for cyclists then be satisfied with a bucket of paint?

Why can’t we jump ahead and adopt some of the infrastructure innovations that cities like Portland and Vancouver are experimenting with? Time is too precious to waste while we take baby steps with Bike Lanes 101 and Sharrows.

The separated bike lanes that these other cities are installing would go a long way to protecting cyclists. At the same time it would encourage more people to get out of their cars.

Come to the meeting, 4:30pm Monday October 1st in the Friends Room at the Central Library on Avocado. If you ride a bike or love someone who does, we need you there to make your voice heard.

Barbara Takes A Tumble

Posted August 6, 2012 By Frank

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At first I was reluctant to pen this post; no, not for the sake of my wife’s privacy — she knows I can’t help but find something to write about from this. Instead it was my anticipation of the feedback I’ll hear from my bike riding pals — that I was riding on the sidewalk!

She was more rattled than injured, although she’s nursing some deep bruises and a scrape on her elbow. “I thought I would get run over.”

Like lots of bumps and scrapes, “I feel the worst today,” she offered this morning at breakfast, compared to when it happened Saturday afternoon.

We were coming back from the classic ride, the Back Bay loop when it happened. For us, we begin the loop by dropping down from Jamboree through the Back Bay View Park; that means we exit at Dover and Coast Hwy, riding walking our bikes down from Castaways, going under Coast Hwy and onto the sidewalk as we pedal across the bridge heading east.

We moved off the sidewalk and pedaled through the intersection of Coast Hwy and Bayside Drive, then as we had discussed several minutes prior, we would return to the sidewalk for the gradual climb up to Jamboree. I knew that sidewalk riding was ok beginning at Jamboree and, ahem, I assumed it would start lower.

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This looks like a smooth ramp up onto the sidewalk…

We’re not the only ones with a new found respect for the torrent of traffic on Coast Hwy during these summer weekends. Huntington Beach and Sunset Beach have each had fatalities on Coast Hwy recently. It could happen anywhere; that’s part of my motivations for riding the sidewalk on this stretch of road.

Well, here’s how it happened: I move up onto the sidewalk right past the gas station. I see the lip on the sidewalk and turn the wheel sharply so as to not get caught. Barbara didn’t. She turned right, but the bike kept going straight and down she went — on the edge of Coast Hwy in the middle of the driveway into the gas station, not a good spot to linger.

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This lip in the ramp, you’ll find them all over town, can catch the wheel if you don’t turn sharply.

Even before I could get to her a young man came to her aid. I assisted and moved her up and over, out of the way. She was all right, nothing broken — not like Michael Toerge. She was well enough to ride home and there was nothing bent or broken on the bike, except her rear-view mirror.

I went back today to take these photos to illustrate the point, and to check if sidewalk riding is approved for this stretch. If it is, it’s not signed. Maybe it would be suitable for sidewalk riding since the sidewalks before and after this stretch are signed.

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She had a lot to say while she iced her injured thigh muscles. The threat of being run over by a car was her #1 concern; mine, too. That vulnerable feeling stayed with her; she knows the data about fatalities and collisions.

I had a spare mirror and fixed it right away. A sore neck has been added to her aches and pains. We’re both happy it was relatively minor, and that it happened well enough prior to our plans for an 8-day bike ride in Victoria

CdM Crash Victim Speaks up

Posted June 19, 2012 By Frank

“Do you know what happened?”

“You were left-hooked,” I explain, then tell him what Deputy Chief McGill told me of the circumstances of the crash.

“The vehicle, if it hit me head-on, I wouldn’t be talking to you.”

“I’m looking through one eye, I can’t see my wife. My other eye has blood pouring over it. I tried to say ‘I’m ok,’ but I don’t know if she heard me.”

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An email popped up, “Approve this comment?”

Please contact me; If you are speaking of this past Sunday, 6/10/2012; around 3:30PM, I was that cyclist lying in the street. I have no idea where the car came from. I hit my brakes and recall seeing White/Glass… and nothing after that. My wife was behind me. My bike (Team Sky Blue Pinarello Dogma) I understand was in pieces. I was taken to Memorial Hospital Trauma ER…sustaining numerous fractures… and was a guest of theirs for two days. I am at home now resting. mark d goodley. I would like to hear anything at all about the accident. TY

He’d seen the link in BikingInLA which everyone follows. Blogger Ted Rogers chronicles his rides, bike news, inspiring reflections on cycling around LA, but what brings many of us back time and again — he tallies bike crashes, the body count for all of Southern California. Mark found a link to his own crash here; he was eager to learn what happened.

He kept blacking out, trying to stay conscious and calling for his wife. She was riding just 6′ behind him; they were heading home after sampling the local delicacies at Brueggers Bagels and Sees Candy — Mark had a bag with bread and cheese looped over his handlebars — treasure for later after a stop at Vin Goat.

“I think my wife had the worst of it, she has to look at me. ‘Bloody hamburger’ is how she describes my face.”

Mark woke in the ambulance, “The ride to the hospital took a long time; I thought I’d be going to Hoag, but they don’t have a trauma center. I was going to Memorial in Mission Viejo. As soon as I get there I go into emergency plastic surgery. And, I’ll tell you, those doctors were great — everything at the hospital was excellent. My face was separated from my nose, my nose from my upper lip; my wife said she could see bone.”

Add a separated shoulder, lacerated arms and legs; Mark showed me a few pictures. He spent 2 days in the hospital and 9 days later he was still home in bed. “I’m not seeing any visitors.”

No newbies to riding, Mark tells me how he and his wife have pedaled several stages of the major European tours. They ride 10,000 miles a year, but this Sunday was all about having fun in Corona del Mar.

My interest, right from the beginning, is the circumstances of the crash. Would the Sharrows proposed for Coast Hwy have made a difference?

It was a busy time of day on a busy road — traffic was backed up in both directions as my wife and I were walking home.

Moving in and out of consciousness, the brain can’t save short term memories — Mark could only recall snippets, “They cut the jersey off me.”

This part of Coast Hwy is slightly uphill, causing cyclists to slow. Sharrows would encourage riding in the middle of the lane where they’ll be more visible, out of the door zone. Cars won’t share the lane; they’ll either follow behind or move over to pass.

Today what’s so common: bike riders are unnerved by the narrowing lane through town and poorly compensate by riding too close to the parked cars, risking great injury from opening doors.

Sharrows will encourage safer habits by alerting motorists of the cyclists’ right to such lane positioning. “Bikes May Use Full Lane,” signs are what many communities display to get the message across. Mark doesn’t remember his lane position, but admits to letting cars pass him.

I can see it from both sides. As the motorist, you’re waiting to turn left across Coast Hwy. As far as you can see, traffic is backed up — then there’s a gap, you don’t want to miss this opportunity, so you step on the gas and get halfway across the intersection before — you see it from the corner of your eye — a cyclist — you never saw him, he was obscured by the oncoming cars. It’s too late…

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Mark and I chat for a long while. “I knew of the Bike Safety Committee meetings, but I never made the time to come.”

Don’t wait, add your voice to these safety discussions. Join us 4:30pm Monday July 2nd at the Central Library on Avocado. Mark will be there.

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Photo courtesy NBPD.

Bike Crash on Coast Hwy in CdM

Posted June 11, 2012 By Frank

Things were getting confrontational fast; I felt like I was one smart-alec comment away from being arrested. Why had I become the focus of these two officers? As I approached a bike crash with my cellphone camera, they were immediately in my face, “May I help you?!”

Some sirens seem to convey great peril, more urgency than others. We saw the police race down MacArthur Blvd then patiently wait at the light before turning east on Coast Hwy. By the time we had a crosswalk light we could see the fire engine approaching from the east; we jogged across the street. Something had happened in Corona del Mar or beyond — I had no idea what. Last came the ambulance and here we had a better view of the challenge it had navigating the choked Coast Hwy; like you sometimes see, it moved into the opposite lane and proceeded slowly, sirens blaring, lights flashing.

My wife and I were walking home from Corona del Mar Plaza yesterday. Like many weekend afternoons, traffic was heavy. As we crested the hill at Heliotrope and Coast Hwy I could see quite a distance, no accident, just lots of traffic — then I saw the fire truck; it was in the westbound lane, angled out into traffic, shielding the accident scene.

There were two NBPD motorcycles, a patrol car and ambulance all tucked inside the fire truck at Coast Hwy and Iris. I couldn’t see much else. On my side of the street two 10-year old boys hugged their skateboards; they looked rattled. Did you see it? “A car hit a bike.” Hearing that my eyes now picked out the bike.

Traffic was stopped, blocked in both directions; I walked across the street just as the ambulance backed up and sped away. I could see a bloody t-shirt, two bikes, both blue, both carbon fiber road bikes, one in the street near the curb on Iris, the other up on the sidewalk. I was 15′ away as I started taking photos with my iPhone; I kept my distance as I walked in an arc to shoot the scene from a different angle. Two officers sprang off the sidewalk, “May I help you?” A rhetorical question, a taunt.

“You’ll have to remove those photos from your phone,” said the one in my face. Right behind him, “Or we’ll take your phone away from you.”

“I’m on the Bike Safety Committee,” I mumbled, defensively.

“This is an ongoing investigation,” one shouted right back at me.

I know enough about photography and the law to know he had no right to this demand. Judge and jury, I’m thinking.

I’m feeling bullied. I quickly consider my options; I decide to erase the photos. The one officer stands over me as my fingers stumble to pull up the images and delete each one. “If you feel you’ve been treated unfairly, you can call the station.”

Humiliated, I say it again, “I’m on the Bike Safety Committee.”

“I know who you are; I was there the night you were elected.”

Thanks for the professional courtesy, I say to myself. I step away and the officers move to the crushed bike; one picks it up and I half expect it to be broken in two. He holds it vertical, at arms length, like I would do if showing a fish I had just caught.

Retreating down the sidewalk, I see the two boys again; they crossed the street at the light. “Did you see what happened?” They mention a car, a woman driver. Now it was my turn to be rattled; I walk past them as they move towards the scene.