The Old Coot is a drain expert.
By Merlin Lessler
I'm a drain expert. No, not the one under the sink, though
I can usually fix a clog in that one without calling a plumber. The drains I'm
an expert on are the ones along the edge of the road. You have to be a drain
expert when you're on a bicycle or you will put yourself in peril; they are as
dangerous as an uplifted sidewalk panel that trips up someone taking a stroll.
The street drains can trip you too. Not fun, when you are peddling along at 8 MPH,
like me, or more, like everyone else.
I'll pick on my
village as an example, although I find it to be true no matter where I ride.
When I go down Front Street, I know there are several drains where the pavement
surrounding them has deteriorated, causing my front wheel to twist, pushing me
into the curb or out into the roadway. The most dangerous drains
are several inches below the road surface. It’s almost impossible to avoid
toppling over; the wreck will mess you up, your bicycle too. One of the worst
ones in town is on Main Street. It’s 4 ½ inches deep. I know; I measured it.
There are several like that on Erie Street, alongside the westward lane. Even
cars have trouble with them. George Street has a bunch of them too..
The
DOT and other entities responsible for road maintenance have little respect for
bicycle riders. They repave the surface and the drains go lower. Over time,
they become downright dangerous. It doesn’t have to be that way. They could install
a new collar that matches the road surface, but most often they don’t bother.
I’m OK in my town, for the most part, because I’m a drain expert. I know when a
bad one is coming, and I go around, hoping the driver coming up from behind is
paying attention to where they are going and not checking messages on their
cell phones. When I’m forced to move onto the edge of “THEIR” lane, they blast
their horn and glare at me through their window. Auto drivers aren’t drain
experts. But I am.
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