Fulfilling a New Year’s resolution to do more community activism, in January I accepted an invitation to join the City of Oakland’s Bicycle and Pedestrian Advisory Committee. I am the token pedestrian. So when Bike to Work Month came along, and the committee needed to recruit novice cyclists for 511.org’s Team Bike Challenge, I was an easy target.
The East Bay Bicycle Coalition kindly lent me a sturdy bike, provided me with training, and let me loose in Downtown Oakland. For a month, I pedaled almost every day; it was an experiment with the most-hyped commute, blending healthy and green living.
I met cyclists who sport body armor, high-tech helmets, and jarring fluorescent outfits. One friend rides through West Oakland protected only by two outstretched middle fingers and his foul mouth. I found the combination of a helmet and the willingness to yell at cars adequate. I never suffered a fall, perhaps due to the adrenaline that gripped me on every trip, whether from terror or exertion I don’t know.
Not that I challenged myself. As a freelance worker, most of my bicycle trips consisted of trans-downtown treks for banking, meetings, groceries and cocktails; no errand required more than a half-mile of pedaling. Nonetheless, I found myself white-knuckled and alert at every intersection, trying to deduce the motives of shielded drivers whose turn signals must be broken. Or I’d cruise smugly down Franklin for a block, only to realize that I’d gone the wrong way on a major regional arterial. More than once, rather than navigating three turns on one-way boulevards, I’d get off my bike and indulge in the pedestrian freedom to take a shortcut.
I had bicycled for three weeks by Bike to Work Day. I had once set downtown’s throngs to throbbing electro beats; as a cyclist, I missed my iPod. I did not miss the five pounds I quickly shed, transferring the stored energy of flab to carbon-free pedal power. At the day’s event, after helping with valet bike parking, I listened to promises from politicians, and picked up a handy canvas tote stuffed with goodies. The bicycle coalition said they hoped lending me a two-wheeler would be a learning experience for me. It was.
I learned that the sleek, stylish spinners favored by artists and musicians lack essential equipment, like gears, and brakes. I learned that I was more out of shape than I thought. I learned that downtown Oakland is far from flat. I learned that both wheels need to be locked to a parking meter. I learned that the city is removing all the parking meters. I learned that my lambskin loafers and Hollywood hair do not go well with a helmet or late-night safety vest. I learned that bicycles need bike lanes or cars become impatient—their horns of outrage trumped my indignant bell every time. Certainly the bike activists made me a convert.
Downtown Oakland embodies the sort of healthy living that urban planners try tirelessly to bring to neighborhoods—a high density of housing and employment, unparalleled access to parkland, excellent transportation, and a growing population of residents and retailers.
Primarily a pedestrian, I find that every month there’s something new to do within walking distance. But bicycling expanded my easy-access radius to include Koreatown, warehouse art galleries, and the forthcoming Whole Foods. Healthy eating due to healthy biking! And I don’t think I’ll miss the next five pounds I lose either.
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