Cyclists and Boarders Know! Cardoors are a Deathtraps! When you hear a "Click" get out of the way fast! Watch Out! Always look inside parked cars as you pass! Look for faces in the side mirrors! Assume every door you pass will suddenly be thrown open! Taxi cab passengers are the worst! Be extra careful around taxis! Take the Lane! Keep riding! Don't be afraid, be aware! We pay taxes and have the same rights to operate on the streets! Don't give up the fight! You car drivers out there Remember to check your mirrors! Then check again just before you open your door! Cyclists and Boarders can appear faster than you might think! Always assume a cyclists or boarder is about to pass your door! Lets work together! Share the streets! We can prevent these types of accidents! An injury to one is an injury to all!

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It all began with a taxi... ..Oddly enough back in 1996 while I was working as an Installation manager for an art gallery in Boston. One day I had an install at Children's Hospital. I approached the Hospital and thought I'd run in to let my contact there know we were looking for parking. I found a space where I could pull over for a minute, leaving my partner Jeff to watch the truck. I looked in my side mirror... nothing ... glanced in the rear view ...nothing..... I opened the door .....

CRAaaaaaACK!!... glass went flying everywhere, I heard squealing tires and crunching metal. We jumped for cover, a second later I looked up to catch the distinctive Black and White of a Town Taxi screeetch around the corner. The door to the truck was hanging awkwardly by one hinge. The other hinge had been ripped clean off.

The window glass was shattered in a ba-zillion fragments all around, on the dashboard, in my hair.

The fender was creased.

I couldn't believe what had just happened! I had just looked a second ago! The cabs' side mirror was left spinning amidst the wreckage.... I was freaked, We started laughing and chanting "Holy Shit!" over and over. Luckily no-one got hurt.... I kept thinking, What if that was a cyclists? I might have killed them.

I never thought about opening a car door the same way again.

Fast forward to San Francisco around the spring of 1997. At this point I'm a bycicle messenger riding a tag down Bush street theres a slight drizzle. By now I've had numerous close calls with doors. I learned to look through rear windows for signs of activity but that logic failed me when a woman lying on her side in the back seat of a taxi decided to kick the door open!

As I passed 333 Bush traffic got tighter but was still moving, just coming to a stop... I split the lane when Before I knew it !BAM! The side of a taxi door made contact, scraping the length of my forearm. I saw flashes of legs, a Tan skirt, the door and bags. The impact wrenched the handlebars away from me, I lost contrtol. The front wheel seemed to flop from one side to the other. I managed to stop the bike awkwardly after bouncing off a few cars like 20 feet later. I was stunned, after years of biking I finally caught a door. I looked back to view a flustered middle aged woman slam the taxi door shut. I yelled to her "You just hit me! to which She replied, "Fuck you! I don't have time for this shit!" Now I was really shocked! The woman gave me the finger and ran down the street into the crowd...my bike was still in the street..the light had turned green and the taxi promptly speed away.

My arm was soaked in blood and throbbing.

My adrenaline kicked in. The bike was to messed up to ride. I took off on foot after her dragging it beside me. I could see her a block ahead pushing her way through the crowded sidewalk. As I caught up to her... She turned and screamed at me "What the fuck do you want from me?" ....I screamed at her "You just fucking hit me with the taxi door!" What the fuck?. She burst into tears. Immediatly began telling me how she is trying to raise her kids alone and was late for a big job interview that she really needs and on and on...I cut her short to remind her that I was working too and was now going to loose a days pay or more thanks to her carelessness.

All I wanted was for her to apologize. To aknowledge what happened. Finally she did.

Having confronted her I returned to the scene of the accident. Upon returning multiple people, including the concierge of 333 Bush had seen what happened and asked if I was ok. A couple of police cars arrived seconds later (the concierge had called). Even a sweet pedestrian who witnessed the incident offered to make a statement to the police in my behalf.

I started to calm down, This all happened in under three minutes.

After a few years on the streets of Boston and San Francisco. I became more involved in Cyclists rights, see illustration below.

I was tired of fearing car doors day in, day out. So I decided to start an awareness campaign. If for no other reason than to make myself feel better. Like I was helping in my own small way and also to remind myself to look before I open a car/taxi door. I used to draw in my sketchbook in between running tags (see image below). This is where the idea all started. It took me a while, due to lack of time and funds to get the first stickers printed. It wasn't untill 2001, So far I've distributed over three thousand stickers.

--Jerry Business

Tubular Times 1997

The Tubular Times is a publication of the San Francisco Bike Coalition. A great non-profit group advocating for cyclists rights. That image is how I felt everyday, It took me a while to get used to the streets of San Francisco.

Old Sketches 1997

In between running tags as a bike messenger I would sketch any ideas I had going on in my head. This is when I first started thinking of starting the sticker campaign about 10-12-97.

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