May 14, 2015

Encounter with Constabulary, and dooring issues

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 3:29 pm

I had a full fledged interaction with the constabulary today.

It went well. Zooming on my bike
via every shortcut toward the subway station –
like Apollinaire – scores! – Rangers! –

There’s an oft empty little park but today
one side of it was swarming with kids and teachers,
wildly unpredictable for a cyclist

so I went around the park the other way
and presto, they’ve got two giant policemen there
stopping people who – car or bike – didn’t
come to full stop at the stop sign.
No one comes to a full stop at that very open
wide view intersection unless someone’s crossing or in the way.
(I for one never run anyone over and just get out of the car’s ways…
Needless to say every passerby on wheels was being processed.
It was like being carded. And at the same time, it was
being. They were nice. If I had to do it every day
I’d choose another route or not go –
Our neighbourhood here legitimately is
the safest mplace in North America
this is sheer John Toryism
maybe he’s a Tory and the harpercons asren’t
but rather oil mongers from a failed tea party sect of terrorism
go on rcmp csis army take down the scandella’s
with billions in false advedrtizxing party promotion
and cruel criminal failures of the constitution
and self interested spending
some half baked theoretical politics
..I myself have no political following and am against following
but my politics for roughly 25 years
would have been better than elected

end of the day though all this scanner data
john tory’s google earth

I knew I’d not stopped at the visible stop sign
and that my bike has no bell or light and I wear no helmet
meaning I could be lectured for half an hour and ticketted
for hundreds of dollars. Grim.

I pull to a stop and have the sense of relief – I’m on the way to work
so there’s not a thing controversal about me –
no mickey nor ought else, just yesterdays’ newspapers
and the honey lemon lozenges I have to prevent throat catches
on the subway – that have lasted all winter , and trala, I have
no record of any kind so I just go full on with cooperation and respectfulness

I’ve still got it. They loved me.
One was about 6.8 and the other about 6.6
so that was weird. Giant polite white guys, damned impressive.
Really clear spoken, non-inflammatory, clear and firm and definite,
but most importantly is clear, this is exactly whats happening.
one likely 40, the other more like 29 or so, if that,
hard to tell age with really tall people.

Pure patience as the 6.8 40 yr old took my health card
into his cruiser and typed things in for twenty minutes.
Shrugs when I had to say no, I don’t have a drivers license
or anything with my address on it. Only the health card with photo.
And the throat lozenges. That and a maroon coloured jersey
no one else would wear. People know it’s me. Thats all I got.

Took so long the younger cop suddenly laughs.
We’ve been standing there like statues for ever
and it seems like he wants to give up the ghost,
say ‘Obviously everyone on a bike rolls through there
and no park go’ers have ever been hit, and obviously
I’m not doing anything else, but try to go to work,
perfectly nice reasonable person doing the same little bike ride
he’s done for 15 years to that same subway station in all seasons
without incident as either perpettrator or victim of crime –
Ive been neither for 33 straight years in the area
minus 1989-92 where I had identical results in Vancouver.
(People have tried to get after me, but failed.
And I have a full on strong and intense preference
to not harm people or animals or damage anything
and so ~

The 29 year old 6.5 guy after deformalizing a little and conversing
about crime in the area – I think he’d also noticed I was a fair
bit older, and civil, and not some rampaging freewheeller rawbrain out there
so we discussed traffic issues in the area, –
the subtleties of the dooring issue – ‘like rifles, they open their door – boom’
but we both knew that tickets and creating tension about it
won’t help with the instinct in a car to be talking and pop the door open
as you’re getting out, breaking off conversation with the person who gave them a lift *
a politeness to the favour of liftgiving that costs we bicyclists our lives
and well being. I’ve been a car passenger
When suddenly deciding to get out at a red light
from in traffic, the haste and complexity of doing it quickly
and expressing enough thanks is nearly impossible.
You’re checking over your shoulder and talking to the driver
and preparing to get out of the car all at once.
Busses are the only ones that do it right, not opening the door
until at the stop. Yet it seems obvious to say hey we’re stopped anyway
and do this fast exit.

Just then another bike comes whirring around the corner
and the 29 year old steps out there, now he looks 6.8
hand out, and I watch a cyclist enjoy the rhapsodic bliss
of encourtering two giant police of a sudden, while hurrying to work
guilty of going past a stop sign.

And in the same moment the now 6.9 one comes over
a neck and head taller than me, so odd to look up to someone
to that extent, as I haven’t conversed with anyone that much taller than me
since grade 7, A fit but thick and strong 6.9
he gives me back my health card,
says today they are issuing warnings
and you’ve been nice to me so I’m going to let you go
with a warning. Gives me this whole typed up thing
that I did not read at the time. And lost by the time I was at work.
It fell out of my pocket and I have no idea what was on it.
Lost either on the streets or in the subway
or on the bus because I forgot all about it
til telling Molly at work about the occurance.
Tiring workday then once home bike to the bus station
to get my ticket for Saturday, then long tiring uphill back
and up a stiff cement incline to a noxious busy downtown street
a mass of police in bright yellow jackets. Weird as well.
and the light just turning yellow as I get there exhausted
with a long uphill ride home to finally terminate the workday.

At least 8 police in near enough distance to see my
bike has no bell. And I’m standing there on my bike
beside them facing the long uphill of that intersection
with zapping annoying traffic from all angles
thinking just how tiring it would be
to have one of them make an issue of the
paraphenalia on my bicycle. Physical day work
extra complexity to journey to work,
long ride to make sure I get my tickets at the greyhound station
long ride ahead when i’m ready to lie down and nap
and my right leg had had more than enough through the day.

And I hear one of them say “The day went better than expected
pretty well in fact” – and the light turned and I heliumed off
go by more police ahead, no idea why so many downtown today
some event.

I get past that area and no sooner into regular biking streets
I’m nearly doored by this guy who launches his car door out of nowhere
almost deliberate, and I do this big fan out move on my bike
and look to say what hell and the guy looks angrily at me
and I hear him shove his door out even more forcefully
making a point because he was mad at how I looked at him
for nearly dooring me.

Tomorrow I shall be on the island. 001


1 Comment »

  1. Surprise surprise very little traffic or comment on this comment about traffic policing.and the policeman’s comments about the traffic.

    A positive exchange with exceedingly calm and well spoken police is great antidote to what one sees on television and online.

    Talking to the public – while the public wonders about the dangers of misunderstandings is a fraught task I’m glad I don’t have to do for a living.

    People have very little choice but to associate the police with danger, it being the centre of the police person’s job. Anarchists of course believe people can exist without an intimidating presence around. A system of responding to emergencies would still be required, but the government wouldn’t be enforcing the validity of land confiscation, genocidal residential schools, bad court rulings, and so on; simply responding to emergencies while seeing to many things going well and productively. The public barely imagines the size of the government. It includes everything State run. Hospitals and schools and transit services, it must be more than a third of adults of working age, possibly half. Food inspection, by-laws.

    Vast Government presence in the financial sector. Auditting and studying the corporations takes tens of thousands of educated intelligent hard working people to do. The scale of a man making 21,000 a year at several jobs paying in his taxes the number of people it takes to audit an entire bank’s operations for a period of years has to be one of the great groaning boards of unnewsworthy cries from those requiring more funding than they are receiving.

    What pays for the vast scope of it? So much money. The reward of it is all the convenience, – paying the banks themselves and the cable companies is ultimately paying for it in a sense as well. A system of life where everything is numericalized and, pre-known in a sense. You just keep playing the ball back into it and out comes twenty from the instant teller, and no one has drained your account or jumped you from behind. It’s almost transmogrification to think one’s activity and decision making is responsible for it all working.

    And even as you bike in the night, with all the instincts of a local person, in the evanescent calm slipstream of the bicycle, knowing the routes and avoidance of collision, you could be forced to pay huge fines. And it wouldn’t be just that as you zipped the half kilometre home you avoided collision by all means necessary and would have been home in seconds but the absurd use of car laws on bicyclists,. For so long this should have been changed, since the 1920s. Bicycles are completely different than cars. Stopping and putting your foot down at a stop sign in obviously empty space should not be considered a punishable crime at that absurd. They could shut down bicycling completely by harassing about baubles on the bicycles. Fine people up and down disrupting poor people’s lives.

    And that of course is what makes carding so painful for the people faced with it. They’re tired, coming back from wherever, hoping to be home and it’s another visit from those wondering who you are for the 21st time. If the average police person had had this happen to them 21 times on their way home from 12 hour shifts they too would object.

    It’s a whole other world work Mind
    you’re given these parameters and instructions
    not too many probably hope to be out carding in high crime areas

    Comment by oversion — June 18, 2015 @ 1:56 pm

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