Israel
05-10-2006, 10:07 PM
Trimet's all about promoting alternative transportation, right? The same bus nearly ran me over twice in the same block while crossing Hawthorne Bridge to the west side, second time most likely was intentional:
1. Bus didn't see me in the bike lane as it made its stop just before the bridge, pushed my bars and me to the right with it. I luckily didn't fall, and I went to tell off the driver. She basically told me that she had the right of way and I should ride more safely.
2. Pissed off and weary of this driver, I went back to the bike lane and waited for the green to get on the bridge. I use this intersection every day, and since busses are ALWAYS slow at the get go, I go first. No problem. However, this driver apparently had something to prove. With no regard for me, she guns it at the green and nearly gets me run over by the car on my left.
So, ok not all that crazy given that stuff like this happens all the time biking through the city. However, it reminded me of pretty much the craziest close-call I've ever heard of, which happened to my brother while crossing the Sellwood a couple years back:
He's riding on the curb, crossing to the west side when a Trimet bus hooks his bars with its side mirror. My brother starts pedaling as fast as he possibly can, even has the clarity to shift up, but can't seem to get past that mirror. Meanwhile his bike is leaning more and more to the right and even though he's trying to pull his face away from it, the cement railing starts scraping off the skin on his cheek. By this point, they were on the down-hill and he coasts just enough faster than the bus to unhook and tumble. Bike totaled, cheek bloody among other things, and off goes the bus. The kicker is, he calls up Trimet, tells them the entire story and they respond, "Sorry, there's nothing we can do if you don't know which bus it was."
1. Bus didn't see me in the bike lane as it made its stop just before the bridge, pushed my bars and me to the right with it. I luckily didn't fall, and I went to tell off the driver. She basically told me that she had the right of way and I should ride more safely.
2. Pissed off and weary of this driver, I went back to the bike lane and waited for the green to get on the bridge. I use this intersection every day, and since busses are ALWAYS slow at the get go, I go first. No problem. However, this driver apparently had something to prove. With no regard for me, she guns it at the green and nearly gets me run over by the car on my left.
So, ok not all that crazy given that stuff like this happens all the time biking through the city. However, it reminded me of pretty much the craziest close-call I've ever heard of, which happened to my brother while crossing the Sellwood a couple years back:
He's riding on the curb, crossing to the west side when a Trimet bus hooks his bars with its side mirror. My brother starts pedaling as fast as he possibly can, even has the clarity to shift up, but can't seem to get past that mirror. Meanwhile his bike is leaning more and more to the right and even though he's trying to pull his face away from it, the cement railing starts scraping off the skin on his cheek. By this point, they were on the down-hill and he coasts just enough faster than the bus to unhook and tumble. Bike totaled, cheek bloody among other things, and off goes the bus. The kicker is, he calls up Trimet, tells them the entire story and they respond, "Sorry, there's nothing we can do if you don't know which bus it was."