For the third time in my life, I got doored on Friday. It’s not something you get used to, and I’m sorry to report it’s still terrifying. I was on the left edge of the bike lane (out of the door zone) southbound on Milwaukee Avenue. A long line of traffic was stopped on Milwaukee for the light at Ashland. The rear passenger door from a car in the line of stopped traffic flew open. Fully closed to fully open occurred in the amount of time it took me to cover the distance from the rear bumper to the rear passenger door, which is to say, it happened pretty fast.
I’m OK, and I rode yesterday, albeit with a new front wheel. Nothing’s broken, but I am sore. I think those three years of circus arts training at the Actor’s Gymnasium finally paid off, but I do wish I had been wearing hockey gloves and elbow pads in addition to my shorts and a t-shirt.
So what’s the point?
As the weather gets nicer, there are more cars, more bikes, more pedestrians, and consequently, more threats. Everyone needs to remain vigilant, even for (and maybe especially for) low probability events. Even when we have the right of way, we are each the last best chance of avoiding an accident.
I too now join the taxi door club. I got doored tonight next to earwax on Milwaukee. I wasn't hurt too bad, but my knee has stolen up like a melon. At least everyone nearby was really nice and accommodating, the passengers in the cab also waiting to fill out the police report.
Hopefully nothing is broken. Ice the hell out of that knee though. And stop stealing knee melons.
Ricardo said:I too now join the taxi door club. I got doored tonight next to earwax on Milwaukee. I wasn't hurt too bad, but my knee has stolen up like a melon. At least everyone nearby was really nice and accommodating, the passengers in the cab also waiting to fill out the police report.
That stretch of Milwaukee between Ashland and Damen really sucks. It's so narrow, and there are so many cabs and valets letting people off in the middle of the street. I always cringe when I see cyclists speeding down the tiny space between the parked and stopped cars. Glad you're ok.
How did the person who doored you react? Did they stick around to see if you were ok? I was doored about six years ago, and the injuries have long since healed of course, but the most lasting damage was to my faith in human decency... the guy who had opened the door on me just walked away without a word.