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You did it, transit nerds. You successfully shamed a man who quit his bike for his car and turned him into one of you.
Ben Poston, a reporter at the Los Angeles Times and Milwaukee transplant, wrote a first-person column proclaiming that biking in L.A. could be done. A year later he had changed his tune: he wrote another column about how a biking collision scared him off of his bike and into his car.
Poston faced a lot of blowback from his column. Some of it from hard-core bikers seemed misplaced: they shamed him for worrying about his bodily safety and said he'd get used to being hit. (On that note: shouldn't that shaming be focused on jerk-face, inattentive drivers, car-centric city planning and a criminal justice system that doesn't always take bikers' safety seriously?)
But the blowback from transit advocates worked, Poston writes:
They made the most compelling argument: Why was my argument framed only as bike vs. car? What about buses? What about the subway and light rail? (Attention Los Angeles County residents and out-of-towners -- yes, LA does indeed have a subway). One transit advocate Tweeted: “This makes me sad. He shouldn’t bike if feels unsafe, but he never considers walking and transit instead of driving?”
Some were infuriated I didn’t even mention public transit, especially considering I live in Los Feliz, which is close to the Metro Red Line stop at Sunset Boulevard and Vermont Avenue.
The same transit proponent went a little overboard on Twitter: “I want to find out where he lives and wait outside his house for him one morning to have an intervention okay maybe too creepy.”
Still, I got the message. Why wasn’t I taking the Metro?, I asked myself.
