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Musing On Cycle Safety – The Things Less Talked About!

A lot has been said about safety while riding cycles, especially on the Great Indian Roads where the vagaries are not limited to merely the physical condition of the road, it has more to do with the “character” of the road!

Feeling amused, well, that is the expected reaction. How can a road have a ‘character’? Well, read on as I make an attempt to put across what I am saying.

The Character Of A Road

Every road, especially in India has a different type of population moving on it. Now everyone knows that different peoples have a different set of ideologies that defines their character. People who have ridden in different parts of the country would understand this better. There is a reason we talk like – ”Rajasthan roads are better than the roads in Uttar Pradesh.” or “Mountain roads are treacherous” or ”Those roads are lonely.” or “This road is always exciting.” or That road is beautiful.” or even ”This road is boring.”

Surely, the roads have a character, and surely it affects a cyclist. Well, the character of the roads, decides how we ride our bicycles. The cyclists also talk accordingly – “Don’t let the children cycle on this road.” or ”That road would be ideal for the older folks to walk but no fun for a cyclist.” or ”The Jhadipani approach road to Mussoorie is too taxing!” so on and so forth.

Just remember – if someone says that a road does not have a character then do think about why folks talk about roads the way they do. Surely we wouldn’t be talking about roads as if the roads did not have a character.

Thus – we can safely assume and rightfully so, that “Roads have character – good or bad”. Coming back to road safety, let’s talk about some basics.

First Things First

  1. Never Be Hungry, Never Be Thirsty. Before you move out for a ride (especially a long or challenging one), you must eat something (a high carbohydrate diet is recommended) and drink lots of water. Won’t be using technical jargon like carb loading and optimum hydration threshold for the sake of simplicity.
    The Bottom Line: Never feel hungry; never feel thirsty. During the ride, eat before you feel hungry and drink before you feel thirsty.
  2. Ensure That The Bike Is Roadworthy. Before starting the ride ensure that the bike is absolutely safe to ride – check for brake shoes, brake system, tyre pressure, drive train, cogs and wheels, and derailleurs, there is a long list of such checks. Not all the checks are to be applied all the time but some basic ones always need to be checked and ensured, howsoever short or casual the ride is. It helps build a safety mindset apart from keeping you safe.
    The Bottom Line: The longer and more exhaustive the checklist, the more confidence you will have in your bicycle and your ride will be that big of on pleasure.
  3. Understand The Route. Do a study of the route you will take for your rides. This is more applicable to cyclists going on longer rides. Understand the “character” of the road you will be using. I have suffered the consequences of not studying the route and I ended up hitting a 10% gradient almost in my most exhaustive state.
    The Bottom Line: Never get surprised or rather shocked on the road – knowledgable anticipation allows effective planning and that comes with studying the routes you ride on. Even professionals do that, in fact, they have other professionals who do that for the cyclists.
     
  4. Know The Fellow Riders. Know the group you will be riding with – similar strength, stamina and frequency of thoughts will help you make your ride experience better. Your personal goals, when aligned to the common goal of the group, will ensure many positives including greater safety. Rides, especially the longer ones can easily go awry when a cycling group disintegrates especially when cyclists are stressed out. Cycling is about adding value to life and not becoming frustrated.
    The Bottom Line: Quality of ride is an outcome of whom you ride with – supporting each other increases the joy of the ride that much more. Value always comes when you are riding with people who are similar to you.
     
  5. Know What To Carry And Why. Know what you carry with you – your list will definitely be different from the others, even though certain essentials will always remain the same for most riders. Trust your experience and intuition more than others’ experiences, howsoever convincing they may seem in contradiction to your experiences. Despite most folks telling me to carry different drinks, the ones they carry, I never carry any other liquid than plain simple water and that too at normal temperature. No electrolytes or energy drinks. It makes me different
    The Bottom Line: Do not carry too much load, nor too less – the ideal requirement is very individualistic, even though certain things will always remain common.

What The Road Safety Looks Like To A Cyclist

Here I have compiled a few tips, mostly based on my personal experiences over years of riding and also inputs I gathered after discussions with other cyclists.

  1. Be Seen. Be seen by everyone on the road – be it pedestrians or motorists or shopkeepers or anybody else. The riding helmet, reflective strips, lights at night, and the good old cycle bell, especially if you ride in urban areas – all help to increase your visibility on the road. The more visible you are on the road the less likely the chances of you getting into an ugly situation.
  2. Ride A Little Away From The Edge. Don’t stick too close to the edge of the road. Motorists apparently leave as much space from you as you leave from the edge – old cycling adage. The closer you are to the edge of the road the more the chances of you getting ‘pushed off the road’.
  3. Puff Yourself. Use your arms, body posture etc to ‘puff yourself up and define a space around yourself for others using the road to be able to see your space as clearly as possible. I sometimes go to the extent of extending both my arms all out to draw the attention of another cyclist to prevent him from coming too close to me. I sometimes stand on pedals to appear larger to catch the attention of the motorists – it brings some caution into them and they tend to ease the accelerator if not slow down altogether. It also warns the vehicles trailing behind to pay heed. I doubt if I can be missed on the road just puffing up myself.
  4. Be Predictable. This is a golden principle of cycling safety on roads. Make sure all your actions are indicated well in advance to other people on the road – visibly and if needed, audibly. I call out “To Your Right” or “Hey Watch Me” when passing people walking or riding cycles or just loitering around on the road. Be sure that while doing this, you do not offend others or come out as an aggressive user of the road. Cyclists can be vulnerable to abusive behaviour and looking aggressive is never a good thing.
  5. Be Polite. Make eye contact, or wave or better still smile whenever you can. Yet, be assertive – being polite and not being assertive are two different things. Being polite does not mean that a cyclist must accept brutish behaviour. You know some people will behave rudely misplacing politeness with meekness. That does not help on the road. But a pleasing cyclist who seems nice is always a welcome change for most motorists.
  6. Give Right Of Way. Give right of way to those whose right it is, especially to pedestrians. Understand the concept of the right of way – it is perceived differently in different parts of the country! I have known some cyclist groups indulging in bullying on the road. I never ride with such people. Roads should be enjoyed and everyone has a right to do that. Never block others, but if it sometimes inadvertently happens, as it may at times, do express a humble apology. This is for your own happiness. Humility is always soothing.
  7. Smile. Smile as much as you can and as often as you ride the cycle, for you are using possibly the best inventions of mankind. Smile also exercises your facial muscles! I always keep a smile, it improves my ride quality. I reserve the outlandish grin for the toughest part of the ride, especially when I am most tired.
  8. Look Before You Turn. Before making even a minor swing out from your lane/line – both left and right, look over the shoulder. Practice this till it becomes a habit. It is now my character to keep looking over my shoulder as I ride my cycle. Indian roads have motorists who are bewilderingly unaware of the concept of line of movement on the road and many would not even want to be educated about it. But then that should not be you.
  9. Flow With The Traffic. Flow with the traffic, neither too fast, nor too slow, especially when switching sides of the road or making that sharp turn. Blocking or slowing down the traffic is the mark of an uncouth cyclist – I live by that and talk of it too, to as many cyclists as I come across.
  10. Watch Out For That Road Rage Guy. Keep a watch for the road rage guy or that drunk girl driving madly on the road. Whatever you do, you have absolutely no control over the stupidity of such people, whom you will sometimes come across. This is more pertinent in the northern part of the country. Let him or her carry on with his or her stupidity. There is absolutely no point in getting into stupid avoidable ugly situations when you know you can avoid them.
  11. Understand The Way The People Perceive Traffic. People who use the road, especially the ones on the cycles have vastly varying perceptions about the road. Their personal experiences always dominate how they understand what traffic is. Somethings are only learned through experience and no amount of trying to instill an idea about such things will yield any positive result. A cyclist is as much the traffic as the motorist – the size doesn’t matter here.
  12. Watch Out For That Odd Car/Vehicle Parked On The Roadside. The drivers generally don’t bother about the cyclist or pedestrians who pass a parked car before they proceed to open the car doors as if they will be able through a car door suddenly made ajar. Cyclists, it seems are transparent to drivers who have parked their cars on the roadside. Give a width of at least the size of the door which may open suddenly. More than being watchful, a mindset to avoid ramming into suddenly opened car doors helps here.
  13. Speed. It is generally assumed that the cyclists’ speed is pretty low – this is a very bad perception! Educate people and talk about the high speeds at which a cyclist often moves especially when going downhill/downslope.
  14. Avoid Being Dumb. Avoid making dumb mistakes yourself. Watch the road, observe, learn and educate others.

Last of all – Just Have Fun!

close up shot of a person making a camp fire

A Cold Saturday Night In 2000 CE

It was a cold evening a decade ago and I was in Jabalpur, a laid back township that thrived on people like me.

The furore of the Y2K was far from being buried, in fact it had still not died down. Life was good as always, but there were many answers that I sought – answers I know that life will reveal only when time comes and not before. But then God has designed people to seek answers very vigorously when they are in their twenties. Some wisdom comes with answers delivered after one has turned thirty years and not before.

I was two years short of my three decades on Earth my answer would start to show. But, it happened that. Two years earlier than the datum I had once perceived, that the my question got answered. I became wiser than my peers. I believe so, because I whatever I experienced that day has stuck with me and still I think of that day. The incident remains fresh and mystical even after a more than a couple of decades.

I was a student then and pursuing telecom engineering. That memory is from the days I was busy with the end of term radio communications project. There was a lot activity of all types from doing the technical work to writing the report to presenting the inferences. But as is the case in most projects, there were some who wanted to learn, some who just wanted better grades, some wanted to impress the teachers, while there were a few who had attained Nirvana and couldn’t care less .

As is generally the case with most ambiverts, I am different from most of the lot amongst whom I work, maybe because I fit in a very small group whom I can identify with. There are even fewer whom I feel have the ability to think if at all, beyond earning your bread and butter. I work passionately where I feel I must or not at all. Therefore as part of the group, I was doing my bit. Helping those who wanted to be projected, trying to understand what impressed teachers, sometimes even drifting with those who were in the state of Nirvana. I was just being myself as usual. The part closest to me of putting through long distance HF communication was already over. I had not much interest left in the project, except in helping others doing their bit for their own reason.

That particular day had been a little more hectic than the usual days. The time was short and too many things had yet to be done. Some things were top priority and needed to be finished before the next day. The next day was the day we were to submit our individual reports and also the final project report by the group. I was still at ease for rarely things can be busy if I don’t want them to be. My individual report was ready and the group report would still take some more time. In all the hustle-bustle, I was my peaceful self, with a smile ready to escape but constrained by my endeavour not to offend others.

Jabalpur town was settling to a peaceful night – cold, calm and laid back. The traffic on the roads had considerably decreased and the distant lights of the town suggested the market would soon close for the day. It was then that someone realised that we were short on the stationary to really make the desired impact when we made our presentation the next day. I was the obvious guy, who was choosen to manage the stationery, probably because only I seemed to be at ease and it seemed I had nothing to do. We did not have any vehicle to move around. But during my previous stay at Jabalpur during the grand reunion party, I knew all distances in Jabalpur were walkable. So, killing all thoughts of going by some vehicle I decided to walk to Sadar Bazaar to pick up whatever was needed. I remembered that there was a stationery shop near the beginning of the market which always catered for the last minute requirements like ours. So I decided to walk down to the shop before it closed. The dinner could wait today as it should once in a while.

I was fortunate enough to pick up most of the things which were required before the lone stationary shop closed down. I was glad that I did things, which no one else would do – in fact they would not have been able to, frittering away precious time on useless squabbles. After picking up whatever was needed, I wanted to go to the Coffee Shop before I returned to the guys who would become more desperate with every passing minute. The midnight lamp would surely be burning tonight, for there was still a lot of work to be done. The visit to the Coffee Shop was removed from my mind as soon as it had entered my mind. Some ones good things need to wait. I was quite cold when I started walking back. Coffee too could wait.

As I walked back I got busy in my thoughts about what life had to offer and what was needed to add a little more happiness around. I won’t call this a distraction but a blessing to be able to think of something else during pressing times. I had a family to look-after and the associated responsibilities. I knew that for the work I did I would never be able to break out of the shell of GIMC – “The Great Indian Middle Class” despite of the resources and the where-with-all that I could tap. I was wondering what could really be that thing be which brought happiness to a family. Was it all about money? No, money does not buy certain things, I was aware of that. Social status? No, my definition of happiness does not depend on what others think about me. The others’ view about me is fraught with gullibility and thus brings a great degree of uncertainty. Good family? No, I have a beautiful family but I still felt like I missed that special ingredient that brought satisfaction and happiness to a family.

What was it, I did not know on that cold night. As I walked back such thoughts were vivid, exciting and did shield me from the cold. The brisk pace of the walk was also helping a bit there.

As I walked along the hedge of the lantana bush along the footpath, I heard the laughter, a laughter shattered the shield and made me return to the real world. I soon realised that the cold breeze had made me cold and I would soon be missing the cup of coffee which I had decided to sacrifice. But the laughter was a sheer contrast to the cold – it felt warm. The bushes were hiding the source of that laughter. Curiosity took the better of me and I peeked through the bush. There were some people sitting around a small fire. I decided to have a closet look, least realising that the my perceptions about life would never remain the same thereafter. When I look back, I feel grateful to the One above for granting me that moment.

What I saw just as I went around the bush made me smile. A family had gathered around a small fire and were enjoying some anecdote – something that had made them all laugh. The laughter had still not died out as I closed in on them, walking in the darkness. They were still not aware of a stranger watching them enjoy their moment of mirth. I stood for a while watching them, smiling. It must have been sometime before the little girl noticed me and indicated to the man next to her by holding his hand – I could sense the anxiety and wanted to move away before I spoiled their celebration. But before that could happen, I heard the man inviting me to join them. I was now partly confused, partly embarrassed and totally at a loss for words. It took a while for me to take a decision and I decided to join them around the warmth of the small fire. The guys back there could wait a while, that extra time would not be noticed by anyone and I was not very hungry, either. This would be a different experience and the routine should always wait when such opportunities arise.

The man called for me again and this time I smiled moving towards the small group and absorbing the moment rather fast. I guessed [and correctly so] that it was a family get together. A humble family get-together. The man, his wife, their daughter and the man’s younger brother – anyone could have noticed the striking similarity between the two men. I do remember the names distinctly but then the names do not matter, as always names never matter. I will not mention their names, never have whenever I have narrated this incident.

Soon, we started talking. I was as reluctant to disclose my identity as I was keen to find about them as much as I could. This somehow seemed to be a very different experience. I learnt that they had a tribal background and the lure of a better life had made them attempt a foray into the urban forest. They, had separated from their kith and kin with a hope. They had reached out to the world, attempting to break the shell that offered very little. The risk had been great, for this breaking of the shell had happened when the little girl was an infant and the family required much more security than what the bare minimum level of security their nomadic jungle life offered. I think all humans endeavour like this – breaking out of the shell and taking risks.

But the risk had been worth it. The family had learnt the ways of the the new world, learnt the language, the system of earning a living, and what was need to progress for a better life. The advancements had been rapid and the family had adapted very well. Their achievements can be compared to the meteoric rise of the businessmen in my world. But then all worlds are different. I was reminded of what Richard Bach had written in ‘One’. Every single human lives in a different world, the achievements, the struggles, the glory for each one is different and at different datum. The family was happy because the man had been given a raise and now could plan to get their only daughter educated. The house could wait and so could the marriage of the younger man. The laughter had a deeper meaning now. I smiled. God showers his bliss in numerous ways. It showed in their will to endure and decide for a better world.

Their story seemed to far outgrow on all measures of enormity to my own – making my struggles seem like child’s play. The family offered me their humble meal of rice and dal. I shared their meal with them. I felt a little awkward because I am not comfortable eating someone else’s food and in this case I know what effort would have gone into getting that dinner. Absolute stranger, sitting around their small fire and probably eating a chunk into their collective day’s wages – I am sure all three worked to make a living. That family was made of people with great hearts. In my world I had not known anybody who could share a meal with an absolute stranger, especially if the cost of that meal was almost equivalent to the daily earnings for the day!

Strange things happen strangely, but very few of these tend to leave their mark. It was as enlightening as it was humbling experience to be sitting around a small fire amongst very poor people who had very big hearts. People who despite of going through everything tough that life had to offer, knew that joy was in small things which had no monetary cost. Small things that I had not noticed at all, in my search for the ultimate happiness. Best things are not things at all. I learnt this big lesson that cold night amongst the humble folks sitting around the warmth of the small fire. Small things like the twinkling stars, the morning dew on a rose petals and sharing someone’s life story can give abundant, unconstrained happiness, while bringing out life lessons. Only one has the time to slow down to see the world around and seek happiness.

More than a couple of decades ago such a moment had been given to me, yet it remains as fresh as yesterday. The true joy of life is in small things.

a tree in the middle of a field

Inspiration From A Tree

Alone like a tree
Standing but not free

Holding captive the Earth nourishes
Yet the tree grows and flourishes

Many thoughts, some desires
Alone in everything one aspires

Striving always to grow and flourish
One's dreams others cannot relish

Destiny decides as it must
Endeavours do not allow to rust

Like Phoenix, from ashes rise
Unabated ideas continue to arise

Will and destiny continue to fight
End will decide victor, who's right

Till then struggle must sustain
What prevails, what contain

Strength within cannot be without
Fighting everything not within but out

Some may join some may not
Ours is to do, not ask why not

Alone to prevail
Alone to avail 

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