In the middle of the journey of my life, I am--as always--a woman on a bike. Although I do not know where this road will lead, the way is not lost, for I have arrived here. And I am on my bicycle, again.
I am Justine Valinotti.
Showing posts with label cyclist struck by motorist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cyclist struck by motorist. Show all posts
And the big bicycle-related story isn’t about a race or someone who embarked on a world tour to recover from a brush with death or some other life-altering event.
Rather, it’s about a crash. It made headlines mainly because one of its victims is well-known, at least to people—and there are many, including yours truly—who follow the sport he played for a living.
The fact that I not only know about him but also know enough about hockey to appreciate what a great player he was doesn’t make me sadder than if it had happened to someone less famous. Rather, the way he—and his brother—lost their lives while cycling along a rural road in southern New Jersey leaves me even more enraged at the person responsible for it than I might be if the crash could have been blamed on, say, weather or something else out of his, and the cyclists’ control.
Johnny Gaudreau, a star left wing for the National Hockey League’s Columbus Blue Jackets, and his brother Matthew were pedaling along County Road 551, a two-lane road, in Oldmans Township at around 8:30 last night. An SUV moved toward the center of the road to pass them.
The driver of a Jeep Grand Cherokee wanted to pass the SUV. He pulled to its right—where the Gaudreau brothers were cycling.
They were pronounced dead at scene. Police took the Jeep’s driver—Sean M. Higgins—into custody. He failed a sobriety test and admitted he’d had “5 to 6” beers before getting behind the wheel of his Jeep. Higgins told police that his alcohol consumption contributed to his impatience and reckless driving.
He is detained in Salem County Correctional Facility and will have a pre-trial detention hearing on 5 September. He has been charged with two counts of death by auto.
I hope that his punishment is based on his disregard for two human lives and not respecting the rights of two cyclist and not merely on the celebrity of one of his victims. Even more importantly, I hope that a sentence commensurate with his crime sets a precedent for other drivers who kill cyclists. Better yet, I would like to neither nor hear about any more such incidents.
Today, I am going to give you some advice you probably didn’t expect to find on this blog.
Here goes: In North America, if you want to get away with killing someone run over that person with a car, truck, bus or other motorized vehicle.For one thing, dead victims can’t tell their side of the story. So, even with the worst lawyer (or no lawyer), the most egregiously aggressive or careless driver can make him or her self seem blameless.
For another, North America has had a “car culture” for a century. Roads and intersections are therefore built or re-configured to convey motorized traffic as quickly and efficiently as possible. Such a mentality among planners has inculcated a few generations of Americans with the notion that the cyclist or pedestrian is somehow a second-class citizen, at best.
Such attitudes, combined with anger at whatever or whomever, or with any other mental disturbance, often lead drivers to believe they have the right to run down cyclists. Such an attitude, I think, nearly turned Sacramento cycling advocate Sherry Martinez into such a victim.
“I have four broken ribs, a fractured clavicle, a partial collapsed lung from a collision “I can’t remember,” she said from her hospital bed. Fortunately for her, there are people who remember it: members of the small group of cyclists with whom she was riding, as well as other witnesses.
Their testimony, and witnesses’ photos, confirmed the charge against 30-year-old Caleb Taubman: He deliberately drove his pickup truck at Martinez.
In other words, he’s been charged with assault with a deadly weapon. Members of Sacramento’s cycling community have engaged in a letter-writing campaign urging the district attorney to prosecute Taubman to the fullest extent of the law.
Taubman has been released and awaits his first court date. Whenever it is, he is on a more certain timeline than that of Sherry Martinez She has no exact date when she!l be well enough to discharged from the hospital. And I imagine that when she’s released, she’ll still have a long road to recovery ahead of her.
At least Caleb Taubman won’t get away with murder—we hope.
I have no connection with Dartmouth College, much less with its (American) football team. But reading about what happened to the squad's coach, Buddy Teevens, sent a chill up my spine--not only because of his potential spinal injury, but also because of another he suffered and, more specifically, how and where he incurred those injuries.
Buddy Teevens and his wife, Kristen
A month ago, he and his wife were enjoying an early-spring evening ride in Saint Augustine, Florida. They own a home nearby, and I have ridden there a number of times during visits with my parents.
Route A-1A, the road that zigs and zags along Florida's Atlantic Coast, cuts through the "mainland" part of the city, crosses the bridge into the area beloved by tourists. Perhaps not surprisingly, the road is heavily trafficked, as it offers everyone's idealized image of a "road trip" with ocean views--and, for much of its length, has only two lanes.
Also, because it's in Florida--specifically, Northern Florida, which is about as Southern, culturally, as Alabama or Georgia--that traffic includes more than its share of pickup trucks. Now, I don't mean to pick on pickup truck drivers in particular, but I can understand how they, because of their vehicles' size and potential for speed, feel--especially with those wide marine vistas--that the road is theirs. And, like SUVs, pickup trucks offer their drivers poor sight lines and even more "blind spots" than smaller vehicles.
So, whether or not 40-year-old Jennifer Blong was drinking--police declined her offer to take a blood-alcohol test--she struck Mr. Teevens with the Ford F-150 she was driving at 50 MPH in a 35MPH zone. The constables' report of the crash noted that he wasn't wearing a helmet and didn't have lights on his bike. It also cited him for "failure to yield the right of way" as he crossed A1A.
Blong claimed there was "nothing I could do" as Teevens "just kind of appeared in front of me" as he crossed, as the police allege, outside of a desginated crossing area.
While I, as a longtime dedicated cyclist, can find fault with both Blong and Teevens, I am struck by the Florida Highway Patrol's inclination to place the blame on the Teevens, the cyclist, for the crash.
That said, I am sad for him and his family because, as of yesterday, the incident had another terrible consequence: Teeven's right leg was amputated. And he has a long rehabilitation ahead of him, as a result of his spinal injury.
Yesterday I wrote about Kevin Hebert, the disabled US Air Force veteran whose specially-made bike was stolen--and, thankfully, recovered. In telling about his ordeal, I paraphrased Tom Cuthbertson, who wrote that stealing a bike from someone is one of the lowest things one human can do to another.
That got me to thinking about the question of whether some bike thefts and thieves are more depraved than others. Almost anyone who rides a bike loves or depends on it--or both. But some bikes, victims and methods of stealing provoke more disgust and outrage than others.
I'm thinking now about--are you ready for this?--the swiping of a "ghost" bike. If you ride in almost any city, you've seen one: painted entirely in white, usually with a sign commemorating a cyclist killed by a driver attached to it. Of course, they're almost always locked to a signpost or other immobile object. Even so, they aren't invulnerable to pilferage.
Such a fate befell the "ghost bike" left at the corner of 134th Street and Pacific Avenue in Parkland, Washington. Nearby, at 134th and State Route 7, 13-year-old Michael Weilert was crossing on his bicycle in July when a someone drove into the crosswalk and struck him.
As if losing her child weren't bad enough, Amber Weilert went by the intersection, as she often does, and "was shocked to see it wasn't here" after someone cut the locks and absconded with the memorial to her son.
Fortunately for her, and her family and community, an employee at a local scrap yard recognized the bike and returned it to Weilert's family.
So...while stealing one bike might or might not be worse than stealing another, it's hard to think of a more morally bankrupt bike theft than that of a disabled veteran's wheels--or a "ghost" bike.
Over the years, I have cycled through Jersey City many times. On other occasions, I've also ridden there for some purpose, like work or a show, concert or other event.
But I've never ridden to Jersey City "just because." I have long felt that it is one of the most bike-unfriendly places in the New York Metropolitan Area. For one thing, the few bike lanes are even less practical and safe than even the worst ones I've seen in New York City. One begins near Journal Square and winds up Bergen Avenue, one of the city's major north-south thoroughfares, before ending abruptly. Along the way, it goes from being a two-way to a one-way lane.
In most of New York City, if the bike lane is as useless or impractical as the one I've described, I'll just take regular streets. As I've ridden them for decades, I am familiar with traffic patterns and drivers' habits. Plus, even in the oldest and most remote sections of the city, the streets are usually wide enough to give me at least some room to maneuver through traffic or parked cars.
The option I've described is less available in Jersey City. The streets are narrower and, I believe, even more congested, as people depend more on motor vehicles, than in my hometown.
While I don't think the drivers are necessarily more hostile toward cyclists than they are anyplace else. Rather, I suspect that they are less bike-conscious as, for one thing, there are fewer cyclists and less of a bike culture than there is in some New York City neighborhoods or other locales in the Tri-State Area. Also, being a place where people drive more than they do in the Big Apple, drivers are still imbued with the old attitude that drivers have the primary right to the road: Pedestrians and cyclists are supposed to defer to them. If someone struck by a driver while walking or pedaling, someone is likely to ask what that cyclist or pedestrian was doing on that street.
But not even the least bike-conscious or bike-friendly person is ready to excuse what Amy De Gise did last Tuesday. Around 8 am, she was driving through an intersection of Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard--at first glance, over the speed limit--when she struck cyclist Andrew Black with her Nissan Rouge.
She had the green light. Black said he thought he had it. Whether he inadvertently or deliberately rode against the light, just about everyone agrees that what she did--or, more precisely, didn't do--next was inexcusable.
Nearly two years ago, a driver "doored" me near the Belmont race track. To her credit, the driver stayed with me as a passerby--an African American man who was probably around my age--ran to the nearby drugstore, picked up bandages and disinfectants--and treated me until the ambulance arrived. (I wish I could find out who that man was: I definitely owe him!) And she cooperated with law enforcement, which made it easy for me to deal with her insurer (Geico) in paying for the resulting costs.
Ms. De Gise did not extend similar courtesies to Mr. Black. She didn't slow down, let alone stop, to check up on him. Fortunately, he wasn't seriously injured: He got up and continued riding. Still, everyone who's commented on the situation agrees that even if he rode through a red light, there was no excuse for what Ms. De Gise what any interpretation of the law would describe as "leaving the scene of an accident."
Amy De Gise strikes Andrew Black at 1:01 of this video.
The cynic in me has two views of her. One is that she is a common-variety "Karen." The other, though, is that she was acting out of another kind of entitlement: She is a council member in a city and state long known for political corruption. Moreover, she is the daughter of a powerful local politician: longtime Hudson County Executive Tom De Gise.
Contrast her response to the situation to that of passerby. According to the Jersey Journal, after his shoes were knocked off his feet and his mangled bicycle skidded to the curb, he gathered himself enough to stand, put on one shoe and hobble to the sidewalk where,
One woman brought him his other shoe. People from a corner preschool set down a cooler so he could sit. Cellphones were whipped out and a small group of people gathered around him to see how he was. Several vehicles stopped, at least momentarily, and bystanders peered up the block to see what the SUV was doing.
Those folks should be, at the very least, commended. I am sure everyone agrees with that. I know that everyone, from public officials to everyday citizens, who have commented on the situation also agree with this: Amy De Gise must resign. Until she does, the driver who doored me will have taken more responsibility for what she did than Ms. De Gise has for her action and inaction.
The cynic in me, and other cyclists, believed that Umar Baig would be the latest such driver. Last Sunday, in Brooklyn, he sped through a red light on Coney Island Avenue. Another driver, traveling on Avenue L, T-boned his car. Both vehicles spun out of control. One of them struck 52-year-old Jose Alzorriz of Park Slope, who became the 19th cyclist killed on New York City streets in 2019.
Baig was briefly held and released. The NYPD says it will charge him, but they did not say with what. Presumably, they will come to a determination after working with the Brooklyn District Attorney.
If Mayor Bill de Blasio has his way, Baig will not be the next driver to get tea and sympathy, and maybe a ticket. "If you kill someone through your negligence, maybe that's not murder one, I'm not a lawyer, but I'd say it should be a serious, serious charge, with many years in prison" he declared. "It's not that that something unavoidable happened," he explained. "He blew through a red light at high speed, and someone is gone now, a family is grieving."
Let's hope that the Brooklyn DA and the NYPD see the situation as the Mayor has seen it. Already, nearly twice as many cyclists have been killed in 2019--with more than a third of the year to go--as in all of 2018.
If you read the post I wrote yesterday, you could tell I was angry. I still am. Another story that came my way intensified my rage. In Omaha, a 26-year-old woman was arrested after hitting a cyclist with her car. You can be forgiven for thinking that I should view this arrest as "progress" after a driver in my hometown got off with a sympathetic pat on the shoulder from a police officer after he killed a cyclist. But the driver wasn't charged with any injury she caused the cyclist. Instead, she was cited for DUI, reckless driving, child neglect (her infant was improperly restrained in the rear of her car) and having an open alcohol container. I guess I should be grateful that she was cited for anything at all. I can't help but to think, however, that the only reason why she was charged with anything at all is that the cyclist in question was an Omaha police officer.
