Sometimes I think urban planners are infected with Trump-itis. Like the former (forever, I hope) President, they seem to have a penchant for pitting one group of people against another.
Now, to be fair, that might not be the intention of traffic engineers and bike lane designers. But I don’t think I’m being paranoid or hyperbolic when I say that I can feel more hostility from drivers, pedestrians and other non-cyclists every time a piece of municipal “bicycle infrastructure “ is unveiled.
Some of that ire comes from an attitude that most people (I include myself) have at least some of the time: The world is a zero-sum game. In other words, if I get something that benefits me in even the smallest way, it must have come at their expense. For example, any time a jurisdiction passes an ordinance that allows redress for people like me if we’re attacked or denied housing or employment because of who we are—or if we specify which pronouns we use (I know straight cisgender people who do so)—we are taking away the rights of people who never had to think about exercising them until we got them.
And so it is when the city in which I live, and others, build bike lanes. Some span a couple of bike widths between the curb and the parking lane, which is in turn separated from the bike lane by a “neutral” strip. In theory, it allows drivers or passengers to enter or exit their vehicles without “dooring” cyclists.
Some complain about having to look both ways, as if they’re crossing an intersection. But for the most part, that system works.
Notice that I said “most of the time.” Some folks in Washington DC claim that a lane impedes their access to, or their ability to alight from, their vehicles.
They are handicapped, and a suit on their behalf is being brought against the District of Columbia. They say the impediment to entering or leaving their vehicles is a violation of the Americans With Disabilities Act.
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| Photo by Keith Lane for the Washington Posr |
I’ m not a lawyer, so I won’t comment on their suit. But I am in sympathy with their complaints. The Crescent Street bike lane, which passes in front of the building where I live, also passes an entrance of the Mount Sinai-Queens hospital. Vehicles frequently pull into the lane to pick up or discharge patients and visitors. I often encounter people in wheelchairs or who use canes or walkers. Ironically, they are the only ones who apologize for entering the lane.
I won’t say that my own interactions with disabled people during bike rides are emblematic of the relationship between cyclists and people who use ambulatory devices. But I hope that suit I Washington DC isn’t a harbinger of hostilities to come.
