This never happens. Sexual assaults? There have been a few over the last 15 years. Collisions? Of course. Cyclists hit by vehicles at crossings? Sadly, several. Angry words exchanged? Every day, I am sure, and several within my hearing.
But “road rage” attacks? Never, until I heard this on the radio a couple of days ago:
A bicyclist was seriously injured Sunday on one of the area’s most popular bike trails when another cyclist reached out and struck him as they passed each other, authorities said.
It sounds horrible. Somebody just reached over into the other lane and smacked another rider.
But wait; there’s more. In the expanded Washington Post report, the story goes on [I disavow and deplore the painfully clunky prose you are about to read]:
According to the sheriff’s office, the victim was headed west and reportedly on the center line of the trail as he tried to pass two other cyclists. A cyclist going in the opposite direction purposely extended his arm and struck him on his helmet, the sheriff’s office said.
The westbound cyclist fell to the ground, the sheriff’s office said. The other cyclist rode off to the east, the sheriff’s office said, heading toward Ashburn Village Boulevard.
In a statement, the sheriff’s office said the suspect in what they described as an assault wore a white/light green shirt, a helmet and sunglasses, and was about six feet tall.
According to the office, his bicycle was said to resemble a time trial bike or a triathlon bike. The bars on the bike were “aero bars” and his helmet was an “aero” helmet covered with a sun shade that covered half his face, according to the statement.
Now it’s a whole different thing, right? Clearly the “victim” was on the wrong side of the yellow line, not “on” it. Check out the photo, taken at a place not far from the incident;
there’s not enough room on that section to pass without getting out of your lane.
So it is easy to infer that the “suspect”, the tri-bike guy with the white/light green jersey and the aero helmet, was faced with a speeding cyclist coming at him on his side of the trail, passing other bikes headed in his direction on their proper side of the trail. He had no place to go except way over to the edge or off the trail. The shoulder varies in width and quality, but it’s never a good place to be forced onto at a second’s notice. It’s easy for me to see why the “suspect” would want to smack the “victim,” or true assailant, who had put himself, the “suspect,” and others in harm’s way. Not that I am condoning a deliberate attempt to injure another cyclist in any circumstances, but the “victim,” it would appear, got what was coming to him.
It was a Sunday afternoon. It was a rare (for this spring) warm April day. The cyclists being passed were probably going slowly. They might well have been a family. They, along with the dog walkers, the septuagenarian couples taking walks, the second graders being taught how to ride their bikes, the riders stopped on the trail to take a cell phone call, and the rest of the human comedy that occupies the Trail on nice weekend days, can’t be expected to know or follow the Trail Rules. If regular riders want to get out there on days like that, they have to ride slowly. Period.
So it’s a shame it happened, and I am glad such events are very rare. Two guys trying to squeeze too much intensity out of a rare recreational moment.
But I bet I know one guy who’s not going to be wearing his light green kit, donning his aero helmet, or riding his tri-bike for a while out on the Trail.
Copyright Arnold J. Bradford, 2018