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Posted on October 11, 2010October 11, 2010 by Varg

Biking in New Orleans might be less of an uphill battle these days

I am very much in favor of bike lanes and bike safety here in New Orleans. And the bicyclists should lead the way.

I used to bike to work. It was the best thing I ever did for myself. I worked in the Quarter and lived in Bayou St. John and it was a great ride down Esplenade. I lost 20 or so pounds. My rest heart rate was in the mid 50s. I felt great. I saw the city from yet another unique perspective.

I also stopped at lights, rode on the correct side of the street, anticipated opening car doors, and stayed on the inside lane. I didn’t want to get hit by cars and I respected them for being massive, fast chunks of metal driven by careless people and in one incident, a woman putting on eyeliner.

As a driver, I treat bikes like cars and have the same expectations of them as cars. If I get to a four-way stop before you, that means I have right of way. I know it is harder to get back up to speed but bicyclists should really try to stop or at least slow down at these intersections.

In the French Quarter, Chartres, Bourbon, and Burgundy run toward Esplenade and Royal and Dauphine run toward Canal. So those are the directions bicyclists need to take when going in those directions.

Uptown bicyclists should use common sense by taking Tchoup, St. Charles or Prytania when going upriver and downriver. Magazine Street is dangerous for cars, saying nothing of little alloy bicycles with delicate femurs, cervical spines, vertebrae and humeruses. Sure, bikes are legally allowed on Magazine but, the Law of Darwin states it isn’t a safe street for cycling.

Has this situation ever happened to you on Magazine? There is a bicyclist on the inside of the lane, a few feet into traffic. You are in a car behind him or her. You manage to pass them using the 3 foot rule and begin to leave them behind as you accelerate, glad that nervous, time-destroying incident is in your rearview. But wait, there is a stoplight. As you wait at the red light the bicyclist you just passed goes straight through it. Repeat previous scenario for 4000, 3000, 2000 blocks.

Let’s also not forget the sanctimonious attitudes of many bicyclists. Perhaps it is through a sense of entitlement that they believe they can defy road laws? They who are staying in shape and not contributing to the demise of the free world through consumption of gasoline.

I love biking around. It’s very fun. I have respect for those who do it. But many of them are way too careless with their own lives and the future anxieties of the drivers who hit them.

I’ll never forget the guy who was in the center lane of traffic with his iPod in his ears and he went right through the red light at Poydras and Perdido, one of the busiest intersections in the CBD.

These paragraphs from the article confuse me…

When Schnoebelen saw a billboard promoting a state law passed last year requiring motorists to allow at least 3 feet of space when passing a bicyclist, he found the concept somewhat impractical, especially on the city’s narrow streets.

Conducting his own experiment, Schnoebelen taped a 3-foot yardstick to his handlebars and biked his normal route. As a line of cars stacked up behind him, one driver finally pulled up beside him. Schnoebelen explained the new law, and the driver sped off, but not before shaking his fist and cursing. Needless to say, the yardstick didn’t last, at least at its original length, for more than a few days.

The law is impractical because 3 feet is too much or too little? The yardstick didn’t last because cars were hitting it or because it was getting hit on trees, buildings, so forth? The driver was cursing and shaking his fist because he was upset at the law?

Following a link from a link in the article I found what I hoped were laws governing bikes but the PDF seems like it is actually made up of guidelines.

Many of these seem difficult to enforce if they were laws.

Be aware that bicyclists not traveling in the extreme right of the lane may be trying to avoid
gravel, debris, bad pavement, sewer grates and other obstacles.

Is that a law? A law requiring awareness? How can a ticket be written for this?

I like this one…

Use hand signals and eye contact to communicate your actions with other drivers on the road.

So is that an actual law? Because very seldom do I see hand signals. It is always appreciated when I do, I just hardly ever see it. If bicyclists are required to use these it would seems there are a ton of rule-breaking rogues out there with holier-than-thou attitudes. I will begin to call the police when I see them not using hand signals.

Obey the instructions of official traffic control signals and signs. Stop at stop signs and for
stoplights just like a motor vehicle.

I can say with certainty that I have never seen a bicyclist stop at a stop sign in the French Quarter. This law is probably disregarded most often.

Will these guidelines help determine fault in an accident? Having to pay damages or higher insurance is where many people are going to pay attention.

I’m on your side cyclists, just don’t want to see anyone get hurt because they don’t realize the same rules apply to combustion engines as well your little feets.

5 thoughts on “Rules of the Road”

  1. Ricardo says:
    October 12, 2010 at 9:46 am

    Prytania is a great alternative to Magazine or St. Charles. Beautiful at night. When I go to the Quarter I often times take Bayou Road to Governor Nichols. This takes you by the African American Museum and St. Augustine Church.

  2. A says:
    October 13, 2010 at 4:31 pm

    Agreed. I do everything I can to be careful around cyclists, but they need to do their part as well. The move that scares the hell out of me every time is when I’m at a stoplight, just getting ready to turn right, and a guy on a bike decides to ignore the red light and zoom right past on my right, almost causing me to hit him. And somehow that’s my fault because he ran the redlight, at which I am clearly planning to turn right. And don’t even get me started on pedestrians who think that always having the right of way means that they have the right to step directly in front of my car as it’s going 35 mph, thinking I can stop on a dime.

  3. Varg says:
    October 13, 2010 at 5:40 pm

    A, when I was reading the laws concerning bicyclists, I also saw that pedestrians have right of way only if there is a resonable chance you can stop before they step in front of you. This was news to me. So if you hit them, there was not a reasonably chance.

  4. Jody says:
    October 19, 2010 at 8:21 am

    I follow the laws of the road when there are bike lanes. If there aren’t then I act like I were a pedestrian in some ways. I use hand signals and will still stop at stop signs, red lights, but I will ride far off the side of the road and expect to be passed without any incident. I ride in parking lanes or on sidewalks if there are no pedestrians. Some people really frown on riding bikes on sidewalks, but for me it comes down to safety and trust. I won’t put my life into the general populace’s hands when I know what they do while driving. Smoking, eating, drinking, talking on the phone, texting, putting on makeup, looking at their passengers when they talk to them. This worries me while I’m in a big shieldy car. When I’m on a bike, if their attention wavers for a few seconds I could seriously die and they’d feel like they hit a speedbump.

    But seriously; I usually stay away from the heavily traffic areas like Magazine and just ride a street parallel 2 blocks back. That works pretty well all over the city; but I rarely go downtown and haven’t yet tried to bike to work in the CBD.

  5. dsb nola says:
    October 22, 2010 at 12:43 pm

    I guess I’m a hodgepodge of good and bad behaviors on the bike. I guess I’m sort of situational about it. I use hand signals with some regularity but I roll through stop signs. I try to be very clear with motorists about what I’m up to (eye contact, the hand signals), and I don’t go out of turn. Generally, though, I find stopping at stop signs on a bike creates frustration with motorists. Like when I try to just wait my turn, I frequently get waved through ahead of what’s supposed to be “my turn,” so mostly I just try to time my roll through the stop signs to facilitate the orderly movement of the motorists. Make sense?

    I can’t understand how someone could feel safe riding a bike listening to an iPod. That’s simple jackassery. And I wouldn’t ride in this town without a helmet. I also avoid streets like St. Charles and Magazine as much as possible (every year it seems there’s always some cyclist who gets killed avoiding a suddenly opened car door). Carondolet and Baronne are my preferred routes downtown.

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3 Noble Truths

Know yourself. Know the Universe. Know yourself in the Universe.

Rev. Varg’s Artist Statement

Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.

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