There are no accidents.
That’s one of several things I learned during the Global Road Safety Seminar I was lucky enough to attend in Nairobi early this year.
Which is to say that yes, road crashes aren’t exactly accidents at all. To a greater or lesser degree, they are results of personal, cultural, and institutional neglect.
A little less than five years ago, I bought — and got on — a single-speed Bridgestone road bicycle that I later sold to a friend who then used it as collateral to borrow money from another friend.
My daily ride
Yes, I admit it.
After almost two years of riding my bike to work — a period covering three jobs and — obviously enough — three offices, including one in Tacloban — I sometimes feel like an entitled arrogant prick. [See: Biking in Tacloban]
The Black Swan (left) with electric jeeps in Tacloban. (Photo by Reina Garcia/iCSC)
(This blog entry is being written as part of a 30-day blogging challenge which I read about in the blog of Om Malik, the founder of GigaOm. [See: 30 days of blogging] I posted the blog link on one of my social media accounts and challenged my friends to do the same. Thanks to my undisputed popularity, none of my Facebook friends have so far accepted the challenge. However, a few hours after my status update, Jun Verzola, a former co-worker at GMANews.TV posted a link to a blog of his own about—unsurprisingly enough—blogging, which he wrote about early this year. [See: Blogging is writing is breathing] If you want to join me in the 30 day blogging challenge, please leave a comment below or tag me on Twitter and use the hashtag #30daysofblogging so we can promote it together.) Continue reading
The Black Swan in front of the BRP Benguet at the Tacloban port.
TACLOBAN CITY–The Black Swan–that’s the bike I brought to Tacloban in May, which is named after the book I finished reading (for the third time) while onboard the BRP Benguet just last week–will stay in the Eastern Visayas capital, owing to popular demand.
Parked at the Bohol Bike Shop in Tacloban City.
TACLOBAN–The Black Swan–the bike, not the typhoon–goes to Tacloban City.
And by Black Swan, I mean the book by Nassim Nicholas Taleb, not the movie nor the Curb Your Enthusiasm episode, which by the way is the funniest episode of the series ever.
The Bridgestone Radac road bike as photographed by Bernard Testa, who is now its proud owner.
When they turn forty, most men buy sportscars and/or take a more than passing interest in younger women.
But not me.
I had no such cash for the first and no such luck with the second.
After all, money—minus rent, books, and beer (in that order of importance)—was tighter than rush hour traffic on EDSA. [See: More]
From the Grammar Nazi Dept. Edited the third sentence to read “no such luck with the second” from “no such luck for the second.”