Unhijacked.
This problem will get bigger before it goes away. Wilson from Courthouse to Ballston is my p.m. commute. Joggers in the bike lane in Clarendon has been on the increase. It’s a problem not sufficient to be enforced, but has the potential to undermine Arlington’s effort at building a bicycle infrastructure. They finally give cyclists a piece of the road, that tiny slice over there, that if I’m not in it, cars yell ape-sh!t at me to get in the bike lane.
I grew up running track; we did a lot of road work. We ran in the street against traffic so we could see approaching traffic. If there was danger, you could see it and jump out of the road. Most Clarendon joggers do this: they see me coming and jump over to the sidewalk with sufficient time that I don’t have to slow down or avoid them. That’s annoying, but good enough. I encourage them to move over by not making eye contact. I look over my shoulder for cars, I lower my view below my visor, I show the runner I don’t “see them” and that they better get out of the way. They do. If they don’t get out of the lane, they get buzzed awful close by me. I have no where else to go.
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