Winter bikers are a special breed. The diehards continue to bike, even on the most frigid days. I see them in the Loop as night is falling, mounting their rented Divvy bikes, or pedaling along on bikes that they own. Their teeth are clenched, faces drawn, their eyes have a wild, unseeing look to them, particularly when they first get going. Those first few yards register a special shock, as the arctic air whistles against their tender eyeballs, cold muscles, skin. More
I’m in the middle on the worry spectrum, but I do worry about safety when I’m in my car. I worry about getting into an accident as a result of not noticing some subtle danger around me. Tuned-out pedestrians, taxis, delivery trucks, and cyclists (like this one disregarding the traffic signal), add to the challenges of a drive through the Loop. The trains that periodically rumble overhead don’t help matters any.
That there are not more accidents surprises me, yet I’ve read that there were something like 2,500 accidents involving pedestrians last year.