So if I wear my Thin Blue Line support jersey I should also be safe right? No, that would be like putting a target on my back.
I don’t think being patriotic is a right vs left thing. Clearly where we live creates our perception and it may be true in some areas but I’ve never been coal rolled or intentionally swerved at. Usually it’s just some numpty that doesn’t understand physics and can’t be bothered to wait 30 seconds to pass safely and instead buzzes me as close as possible.
I’m completely serious that this type of behavior is only happening for me in the urban areas of California’s capital city (urban population 1.7M people).
To get back on track, would be great to discuss strategies for minimizing risk of conflict in certain cycling hostile environs and with specific individuals.
I want to buy a Stars and Stripes jersey but I am failing to find any made in USA jerseys. All seem Chinese made and if I am going to broadcast my love for country and membership in team USA I want an American made jersey. Anyone know of any USA based manufacturers of cycling jerseys?
You could wear a Chinese flag jersey, and that way a) you can buy it even if it’s made in China, and b) you can be certain of the behavior of incoming drivers. No surprises.
So if I wear my Thin Blue Line support jersey I should also be safe right? No, that would be like putting a target on my back.
You said this ironically but one of the local 2013ish club jerseys has black and blue banding that looks like the thin blue line. Some people swear that they have less trouble and experience fewer incidents when wearing them.
We don’t go back to that design because we focus on the bright colors and making ourselves as visible as possible to all drivers.
My other suggestion is to avoid conflict post encounter and just let it go… you aren’t going to change anyone’s behavior and just put yourself at risk of escalation.
I am reminded of the time in rural Texas when I flipped off the pickup that blew past me with probably 1-2mm to spare. He then slammed his brakes and came to a screeching stop in front of me, blocking the road. That’s when I noticed the full gun rack. Worse, it was a warm summer day and the windows were down. That’s when I heard the girlfriend/wife plead with him to leave the nig*** alone and let it go. That’s when I knew I was toast. I dropped my bike, hopped a fence and started running across a pasture in cleats. Thankfully he drove off. Since then, I try to check my impulse to over react to jerks.
Rule #1: play the village idiot. Wave with a smile, regardless of what they do. I guarantee you this is the safest course of action in all situations. They cut you off? Thank them.