Sometimes there’s just too much swirling around my head to focus on any one thing. And not enough coffee in all the Starbucks in all of LA to clarify things.
Which is exactly where I am this morning.
A day when I can breath a sign of relief that my morning search for bike news didn’t turn up any major bad news for SoCal cyclists. Although the word from other places near and far isn’t nearly as good.
And you’d think that an old man using a walker would be able to cross a damn LA street without getting run down by some jackass who doesn’t have the basic human decency to stop his or her goddamn car after killing another human being.
Drivers continue to flee the scene of collisions because current law means even if they do get caught, they’re better off getting charged for hit-and-run than DUI, or may not have a valid license and insurance for whatever reason.
Then again, some drivers just bet that they can get away with it.
And usually do.
And all of those things have to change before anything else will.
Then again, it would help if the press took the matter more seriously. Or at least cared enough to dig a little deeper and get the story right.
As for insurance, there was a proposal several years back to include basic state-run liability coverage for every motorist in the cost of gas. Whenever you paid at the pump, a fee would be added to ensure that every victim of every collision would be protected from every driver.
Which means you’d never again have to worry how you’re going to pay your mounting medical bills after some driver ran you into the ground.
Needless to say, it didn’t go anywhere, for any number of reasons, valid and otherwise. Not the least of which was that bad drivers would pay the same rate as good ones, even though they could receive supplemental billing to make up for a lack of driving ability. Never mind that the state should be focused on getting bad drivers off the streets.
Plus some provision would have to be made for electric and hybrid vehicles. And state run auto insurance sounded a lot like communism to some people.
Then there’s the news from our neighbor to the south that scumbag Mayor Bob Filner is stepping down at the end of this week.
Political leaders have long felt entitled to do anything they damn well pleased when it came to sexual behavior. Mostly because no one held them accountable for much of American history.
Though you’d think the long line of embarrassed elected leaders stretching from Gary Hart through Bill Clinton and onto New York’s Anthony Weiner would convince them to keep their damn zippers closed in inappropriate situations.
All of which would appear to have little to do with bicycling.
Except Weiner had tried, with varying success, to reposition himself as a bike-friendly candidate after earlier threatening to tear out New York’s bike lanes. And appeared to be winning some support before the latest round of sexting revelations.
Which may, or may not, continue under the next administration that replaces him.
At least there’s better news from my home state, where a new generation of bike racers took center stage. Colorado’s Tejay van Garderen took first place and Peter Sagan won four of the seven stages, while Christian Vande Velde called it a career at yet another successful USA Pro Challenge.
Even though the race continues to allow women just token participation, while demonstrating that the best way for a woman to get on a racing podium is to put on a tight dress and kiss the winner when the race is over.
And if any local bike shops are thinking about using podium girls at any races you might sponsor, don’t.
And yes, I’m talking to you.
Think of the message you send women riders — and your potential customers — when you treat them like trophies instead of handing them one.
And the mixed message you send more than counteracts any good will you might earn by sponsoring women’s races.
Keep sponsoring competitions for both sexes. But drop the podium girls, already.
Don’t get me wrong.
I enjoy looking at an attractive woman as much as any man.
But what really makes a woman attractive, to me at least, is knowing she could drop me on a steep uphill ride anytime she damn well feels like it.
Now that’s hot.
Almost as hot as watching a woman receive a hard-earned prize for outracing the world’s best riders, instead of just being one.