Some of the stories of car-bike interactions lately have reminded me of an old rhyme my mother taught me, that she probably learned from her father, a sailor in the British Merchant Marine...
Here lies the grave of Henry Day
Who died defending his right-of-way
He was right, dead right, as he sailed along.
But he’s just as dead as if he were wrong.
Stand up for your rights, know your rights, exercise your rights.
But understand the physics of an interaction between a 3,000-lb car and 250lb of rider and bike, and act accordingly.
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