Keeping Me Silent For A 30 Minute Ride Was Difficult
Ride of Silence
Yesterday’s annual Ride of Silence was well attended and pretty straight forward. It is a powerful experience to ride in solidarity with one hundred other people. Riding silently in a group of such great people is a lot more difficult than you might think. I resisted to chat, with a few slips, but I couldn’t shut off the mind.
As we rode for 30 minutes, I couldn’t help thinking or noticing a few things:
- Same Rules, Same Rights, Same Responsibilities: It is a mantra, it is shorthand and it needs an update. Same rules? There are and need to be more rule differences like the Idaho Yield As Stop. Same rights? I consider self-propelling a natural-born right, driving my 2-ton transport pod is a privilege. Same responsibilities? This seems created from the road agencies; shouldn’t more responsibility be placed on me when I’m driving the larger and more destructive vehicle? That’s the thought behind most of Europe’s strict liability law. In Michigan, as drivers, we don’t even have to stop at a cross-walk. Responsibility, in my opinion, rests with the user of the weapon. That said, again, I do pledge to be more responsible, you?
- Share the Road: Everyone slows down and allows for funerals to pass, so let’s ride two-abreast on the street–it’s more fun.
- Riding a Bicycle is Fun: As the silent group passed a father and daughter riding bicycles on a dirt trail next to the TART Trail, a big smile went across my face when I heard the little girl squeal in delight as she coasted down and up a small valley. “Weeeeee…heee-heee….weeeeee!” #WhyWeRide indeed.