Sunday, April 15, 2018
It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Ten days, to be exact. Ten days since I last rode a bicycle. No reason for the layoff other than the fact I’ve been distracted with other stuff. I tend to get a little cranky when I can’t ride, so getting out on the bike today was good for me physically and mentally.
Usually, a Sunday afternoon ride in the neighborhoods of north Austin is pretty relaxing. That wasn’t the case today. The weather was perfect and I was motivated to ride but what I didn’t know until I got into the Balcones neighborhood was that tomorrow starts bulky item collection day. The curb was littered with all sorts of things but that, in an of itself, was not the problem. It’s what the bait attracts that’s the problem: pickup trucks pulling trailers. Like moths to a flame, bulky item collection Sunday draws pickup trucks and trailers from miles around to the neighborhood where items are free for the picking.
Generally speaking, I don’t really have a problem with the way this plays out, but from a biking perspective, bulky item collection Sunday can be pretty dangerous. I’d say 99.9 percent of the drivers of these pickup rigs don’t live in the Balcones neighborhood and therefore, don’t know their way around, which is problem number one. The neighborhood is built around two 18-hole golf courses, so there isn’t the usual order in the way the streets are laid out that you’d see in most other residential sections of the city.
Compounding problem number one is problem number two: with all the free stuff sitting on the curb, these drivers, who don’t know where they’re going in the first place, are really distracted. To these folks, and other drivers as well, the free stuff just waiting to be picked up is magical; it’s like shopping without having to leave the comfort of your car.
Anyway, suffice it to say I had to be extra vigilant on my ride. Good thing the weather was nice.


More than road riding, mountain bike riding takes me back to when I was a kid riding trails in the undeveloped woods behind our neighborhood in northwest San Antonio. A lot of people think trail riding is safer than road riding because the odds are extremely low that you’ll get hit by a car. But mountain biking comes with its own set of risks. Most of the scars I have are from falling off a mountain bike in some form or fashion. If you fall when riding on a trail, chances are you will land on something that will scratch you, poke you, or cause a bruise – sometimes all three. In severe cases you can break something. Fortunately, that extreme has never happened to me on the trail, so my association with mountain biking is still positive.


The lack of sunlight makes bike riders more vulnerable to the prospect of being hit by a driver that doesn’t see the cyclist. For that reason, I always wear the brightest jersey I own when the sky is flat and sunlight is at a minimum. On sunny days, however, the brightest jersey tends to blend in because everything is bright, so I’ll wear a jersey with a fun graphic or bold colors that aren’t necessarily bright, but will still catch the eye of motorists. I know it’s a small thing but as a cyclist sharing the road with cars and trucks, you need every advantage you can get. High visibility!

