Catherine Porter of the Star has a bunch of the "Thank You" cards for drivers, a campaign by the Toronto Cyclists Union, but she's having a hard time giving them out. It seems like she's more determined that I. I will, however, wave when a driver allows me to turn or cross, or I say thank-you when a driver decides to wait before opening their car door to step in (usually after a flurry of bell ringing, and, yes, I do give myself enough space but streets are a bit tighter than others).
A stack of these has been poking out of my backpack for a week now.
I haven't given out a single one.
I almost did, to a guy in a powder blue sports car who had stopped on Yonge St. while I passed. Then the light turned red and he drove through it.
Turns out he had been working his BlackBerry.
The cards are the Toronto Cyclists Union's make-up notes to drivers – its way of reaching across the bed to rub a cold shoulder. The blow-up being the tragic encounter between Michael Bryant and Darcy Allan Sheppard and its aftermath.
Thank you for not killing me. Thank you for not maiming me. That's what I think the cards should say.
"It's the butter-side-down toast thing," says Ryan Thomas, the graphic designer who whipped up the cards and is handing them out to drivers like Halloween candy. "We don't remember the million positive things that happen when we ride. We fixate on the terrible ones."