Update [2009-11-5 15:58:38 by R343L]: Moved to diaries at Breaker's request.
How many spokeys have you got now?--
Cheese is not a hat. - clock
"To this day that was the most bullshit caesar salad I have every experienced..." - triggerfinger
Doesn't seem worth having around for long. :)"There will be time, there will be time / To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet." -- Eliot
I have to admit, I only ever did front and back lights (the legal minimum in the UK). Then one day I was in the passenger seat of a friend's car on a poorly lit country road, and we passed a cyclist, who had front and back lights, and was still more or less invisible.
The next day I bought a reflecty vest (construction worker style*) and some reflective tape for my bike helmet.
Still, I'm considering my options for extra bike lighting. Part of it is moving from Science Village, where pretty much everyone was nice to cyclists, to the DC area, where they are more or less ignored. I mean, that's not the worst that can happen -- I've cycled in places where cyclists are regarded as vermin -- but it does mean I could do with a bit more visibility.
* .... because the local uniform / safety gear supply shop had those for £6 each, whereas the bike shop sold a slightly slicker-looking equivalent for £25. (In Edinburgh we used to wear reflective vests to play Ultimate in the dark too, but that's another story).---
(, ,') -- eep
(, ,') -- eep
I will probably put more on (I ran out because I got a little ... silly on the helmet)."There will be time, there will be time / To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet." -- Eliot
I'm always amused to see a curious species of SF cyclist: helmet wearing, light-less (or completely inadequate ones), and doesn't even slow down for stop signs. Apparently they like the helmet hair but think pretty blinkies are ugly."There will be time, there will be time / To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet." -- Eliot
But that reminds of something I once saw that pissed me off. A guy was biking at night, wearing black, talking on a cellphone, and scratching himself. No hands on the handles. No helmet. No lights. And he blew through a stop light.