You can’t hear the horn that’s been honking for the last few seconds (sequence numbers = 1/60 s) as we approach 695 Dutchess Turnpike (a.k.a. Rt 44, a.k.a. NYS Bike Route 44):
You’ll note my fluorescent green shirt reflected in all that chrome. You can’t see the groceries tucked into the two under-seat bags; I’m not towing the trailer.
He gave us a surprising amount of clearance, given the aggressive honking:
That’s one reason I ride a bit to the left of Mary’s track.
She crossed back before the worst part, although the camera doesn’t do justice to the 3D aspect of the crumbling asphalt:
If you think that pavement doesn’t seem all that bad, let’s go for a ride, OK?
The events behind us show what happens when somebody in a really big vehicle really wants to squeeze past a bicyclist in a constricted lane.
Looks like he’s easing over enough to get by (sequence numbers = 1/30 s):
Looks snug, but I’ve seen worse:
That was close, but perhaps not atypical for Hummer drivers:
Now he can rev up and cross the double-yellow line:
Total elapsed time from first honk to when I finished shouting out the license plate: 16 s.
At the next traffic signal and the better part of 70 s from the first honk, he turned left and we turned right, pretty much simultaneously:
In lighter news, the green-painted manhole cover suggests some construction may be in-plan:
I’m not holding my breath for an improvement over the status quo, though.
Part of the problem may be that Hummers aren’t nearly the fashion statement they used to be; that failed Chinese deal didn’t help their image in the least.
FWIW and much to my surprise, H2s have chickenshit horns …