
The police finally pulled me over for the first of thousands of traffic infractions I've committed. In this case I passed dozens of cars waiting at a red light, timed my pace perfectly to make a left turn through a busy intersection as both lights were red, checked twice in both directions, and went through before I even had the chance to get in anyone's way. I readily admit that this was illegal, but in my mind it's also safer for me and gets me out of the way when traffic wants to move again. The officer would have nothing to do with my explanation and wrote me a ticket anyway, while I stood there freezing.
This particular officer told me that if I had gotten hit it would meant hours of paperwork for him. This is not only insulting, but implies a certain lack of commitment to keeping the city safe. Since the great ice storm of '09 this city has been THE WORST PLACE ON EARTH TO RIDE A BICYCLE. Side streets are lumpy with tire ruts and glazed ice; drivers on the thoroughfares are hostile when they get stuck behind a cyclist who's just trying to stay upright; the HIGH temperature today is 5 degrees; and the sun sets at 4:30 and rises at 7:30, so darkness compounds upon everything else. Had he been a little more open to discussion I would've contended that I was just doing what I felt I needed to do to stay safe and get warm, that I am probably 90% more aware of my surroundings on the roads than anyone in a car, and that I am actually extremely careful despite my display of contempt for the conventional rules of the road. But something told me not to waste my breath.
At least I finally caved and bought a set of
Schwalbe Winter Marathon tires, which I can't wait to try out. The side streets will be usable again, as will the ice rink that is the Midtown Greenway-- both of which were my former commute to and from work.