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on this day last year a man I don't know died cycling in my neighborhood

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

Toronto, 2019.05.16

Like me, Doug Crosbie was a cyclist and a father. He died when a truck made a right turn from westbound Dundas onto Jones. It's a route I rode twice later that same day, and that I've used for my daily cycle commute. Our streets are crowded and our bike lanes–like the one that Mr. Crosbie rode that day–are too often just a line of paint.

41 pedestrians and cyclists died in traffic-related collisions last year. We can do better Toronto!

traffic injuries to May (2019)

This map shows the site and nature of pedestrian and cyclist injuries in the city to date. Too many dots.

rand()m quote

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.

—Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.