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Title : "There was a time I loved riding the Hudson River Bikeway, but the metal bollards dotting the path made me phobic."
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"There was a time I loved riding the Hudson River Bikeway, but the metal bollards dotting the path made me phobic."

"If you’re wondering when this dark terror took root, I can tell you exactly: The moment I slammed my bike into a metal barrier, shattering my wrist in five places. Some time after that — and after a collision with a cement Jersey barrier — I reluctantly gave up the Hudson River Bikeway. My once-relaxing path had become an obstacle course.... The great thing about New York, of course, is that there is no phobia for which you cannot find a therapist. My first was an instructor called Lance (really), who built me a set of Styrofoam bollards. I had absolutely no fear of hitting Styrofoam. Unfortunately, after the first lesson, Lance became unavailable.... An online search turned up someone promising, but her fee, for a 90-minute lesson, was a stupefying $475. I quickly moved on to Andrée Sanders, who bills herself as the Bike Whisperer.... She’s never had a client with a fear as specific as mine.... Her fee is $200..."

From "I Was Afraid of the Bike Path. So I Hired a Bike Coach. A nasty crash instilled a phobia of bollards. I called the Bike Whisperer" by Joyce Wadler (NYT).

Then a "food delivery guy" yells the piece of advice that I think most cyclists know: 

“Look in the distance,” he yells. “And get up more speed. Don’t pedal. Just sail through.”

You need to look ahead to the place where you want to go. (The corollary was stated early on in the column: "If you look at something, you ride into it.")

But the column does not end there, as I'd thought it would. I liked the story arc of paying for an elite expert then getting the solution handed to her free from a working-class man on the street. But she keeps going to expensive Andrée, and instead of ending the article with the solution to the problem, she switches to telling us that she's added music — not with earphones but with a speaker attached to her bike. 

And she seems to think it's cool that what she inflicts on the public is "the Soviet national anthem sung by the Red Army Chorus, which for me evokes the Battle of Stalingrad... when the weather is fair, you may see me on the path, in my favorite spot near the George Washington Bridge, blasting the Soviet national anthem. I have retaken the bikeway."

I'll just say this column belongs on one of my favorite subreddits: Unexpected Communism.

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"If you’re wondering when this dark terror took root, I can tell you exactly: The moment I slammed my bike into a metal barrier, shattering my wrist in five places. Some time after that — and after a collision with a cement Jersey barrier — I reluctantly gave up the Hudson River Bikeway. My once-relaxing path had become an obstacle course.... The great thing about New York, of course, is that there is no phobia for which you cannot find a therapist. My first was an instructor called Lance (really), who built me a set of Styrofoam bollards. I had absolutely no fear of hitting Styrofoam. Unfortunately, after the first lesson, Lance became unavailable.... An online search turned up someone promising, but her fee, for a 90-minute lesson, was a stupefying $475. I quickly moved on to Andrée Sanders, who bills herself as the Bike Whisperer.... She’s never had a client with a fear as specific as mine.... Her fee is $200..."

From "I Was Afraid of the Bike Path. So I Hired a Bike Coach. A nasty crash instilled a phobia of bollards. I called the Bike Whisperer" by Joyce Wadler (NYT).

Then a "food delivery guy" yells the piece of advice that I think most cyclists know: 

“Look in the distance,” he yells. “And get up more speed. Don’t pedal. Just sail through.”

You need to look ahead to the place where you want to go. (The corollary was stated early on in the column: "If you look at something, you ride into it.")

But the column does not end there, as I'd thought it would. I liked the story arc of paying for an elite expert then getting the solution handed to her free from a working-class man on the street. But she keeps going to expensive Andrée, and instead of ending the article with the solution to the problem, she switches to telling us that she's added music — not with earphones but with a speaker attached to her bike. 

And she seems to think it's cool that what she inflicts on the public is "the Soviet national anthem sung by the Red Army Chorus, which for me evokes the Battle of Stalingrad... when the weather is fair, you may see me on the path, in my favorite spot near the George Washington Bridge, blasting the Soviet national anthem. I have retaken the bikeway."

I'll just say this column belongs on one of my favorite subreddits: Unexpected Communism.

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