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Mobi Review

Tl;dr: Iā€™m excited about Vancouverā€™s new bike share Mobi. The bikes are great, BCā€™s helmet law is frustrating, and I canā€™t wait to see how the bike share improves our city.

On Wednesday I biked 8 kilometres that would have normally been transit trips, all thanks to Mobi. Launched this week, Mobi is Vancouverā€™s new bike share and its A ā†’ B model is similar to Evo and Car2Go. There are stations across the core (with wider coverage on its way) where you can pick up and drop off Mobi bikes. This makes it easy for cycling to be a leg of a trip without needing to have your bike with you the entire time.

My trip today consisted of:

  1. šŸš¶šŸ» walking a couple blocks to Broadway – City Hall Station
  2. šŸš“šŸ¼ activating my new Mobi fob and biking across the Cambie bridge to Downtown where I dropped off the bike
  3. šŸš¶šŸ» doing a few errands Downtown
  4. šŸš‡ riding the Skytrain to Stadium – Chinatown Station
  5. šŸš“šŸ¼ getting another Mobi and biking the rest of the way back to Broadway – City Hall where I returned the Mobi
  6. šŸš¶šŸ» walking a couple blocks back home

Even though I love biking for pleasure, past-me would have taken transit for steps 2 and 5. ā€œEvery transit trip is an interrupted walkā€ is a common phrase in the world of active transportation and now with my Compass card and my Mobi fob I can easily flow between walking, biking, and transit.

The Bikes

The Mobi bikes are sturdy and comfortable to ride. They come with a little key pad for unlocking the bikes, a helmet, a basket, and a nifty built-in lock that disappears into the handlebars. The seat was easy to raise and maximum height was appropriate for my 6ā€™ tall body.

The step-through frame made mounting and dismounting a breeze, though Iā€™m apparently used to leaning the frame against my thighs while standing. This lead to me almost dropping the bike a couple times, but I think Iā€™ve got the hang of it now!

The seven speed gears were more than adequate for my ride, including coming up the hill on Ontario from False Creek to 10th. Mobi bikes are by no means speed demons, which I found forced me into a much more relaxing pace than I would normally take. Also, while I was being passed in downtown bike lanes, very rarely did I not catch up to the faster cyclists at lights.

Helmets

One sticking point of the system is BCā€™s all-ages, everywhere in the province, mandatory helmet laws. To comply with this, each Mobi bike includes a helmet attached to the cable lock. Since I was among the first people to use the helmets and it wasnā€™t raining, it wasnā€™t so bad. However, Iā€™m not looking forward to the 10 months of #raincouver or when someone with smelly hair / hair product uses it before me.

This isnā€™t really Mobiā€™s fault. Theyā€™ve provided an adequate solution to a problem that shouldnā€™t exist: mandatory helmet laws. Now donā€™t get me wrong, if I have to get hit by a car Iā€™d rather be wearing a helmet, but given the choice, Iā€™d really rather not be hit by that car in the first place.

Biking in Europe introduced me to the joys of cycling in a built environment and culture that respects cyclists. I felt completely comfortable riding without a helmet because I almost always had my own separated lane (not just a line of paint or the ever optimistic ā€œsharrowā€) and when I didnā€™t, the drivers were extremely respectful of me.

Biking in Downtown Vancouver is well on its way to being like this. For a year, my daily commute was a blissful 12 minute bike ride from the West End to Downtown entirely on the Comox, Hornby, and Dunsmuir separated bike routes. Other than the pesky law, I felt no need for a helmet in that situation.

Mobiā€™s initial service of the Downtown Peninsula, bounded by Arbutus Street, 16th Avenue, and Main Street will result in most trips taking place on existing and expanding separated bike facilitates. It will also encourage more people to cycle in that area, which will lead to more drivers being used to cyclists as well as more drivers having the opportunity to sometimes be cyclists themselves. All this will create safer conditions for cyclists, reducing the need for helmets. This video from Vox illustrates many of the reasons why bike share cyclists are safer in general.

Anecdotally speaking, while I was out riding Mobi, it seemed to me that about half the other cyclists I saw were either not wearing helmets, or were wearing them so incorrectly (loose, backwards, etc.) that they would be of no help.

Itā€™s obvious that a one-size-fits-all helmet law isnā€™t working, so I hope this prompts new conversations about creating legislation that is supportive of cycling, public health, and accident harm reduction.

Conclusions

Overall, Iā€™m really excited about Mobi. Making it easier for people to shift to or to include active transportation in their movement around the city has obvious environmental and physical health benefits, but it also has mental health and community benefits as well.

While I doubt anyone would be able to replace their private car exclusively with a Mobi membership, it does provide a solid addition to our available suite of mobility (walk, bike, transit, car shares) that is extremely competitive with private car ownership. Much like Modo has for car share, or the Bay Area Bike Share in San Francisco has for bikes, my hope for Mobi is to see it expand across our region and make intermodal mobility a possibility for everyone.

Love Letter from a Gweilo to Richmond

Originally published on Love Intersections

Brexit. I’ve been finding it challenging to comprehend all the explicit hate, racism, and xenophobia. People voting Leave believing they were voting for immigrants to leave and then gleefully celebrating their “victory” has my stomach in knots.

Part of me wants to be in denial that this ideology could be present here, but the truth is that it has been voiced to me many times. It’s rarely explicit stated, but the implicit message is always clear.

What usually happens is that I’m talking with an older white person and they find out I grew up in Richmond. They’ll say something like:

“Oh… Richmond has really changed, hasn’t it?”

What they mean is “there’s too many Asian people now,” and they expect me to agree.

The assumption they make is that I’m on their side in the us-versus-them they’ve constructed. It’s one of the many ways in which they are incorrect.

There’s no question to me which side I’m on. I’m on the side with “those Asians” because they are my friends, my neighbours, my classmates, and my family. And I want to say I love you.

My family left Richmond in 2001, so to my neighbours both from then and those who’ve arrived since: I love you and I really love what you’ve done with the place. By your hands, Richmond has gone from a nondescript, homogenous suburb to a vibrant, multicultural, urban community. Richmond really has changed, and it’s entirely for the better.

To my classmates: I love you and I gained so much from all that you taught me. Like that there’s a difference between Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Mainland China (and Japan, and South Korea, and all the other places in Asia…). That CBC, FOB, and Banana all mean Canadian. How you really don’t need that much shared language to play together. And how more cultures means more opportunities for celebrations.

To my friends: I love you and have so much gratitude for everything we shared. Trading cookies for Pocky, playing Star Wars and PokƩmon, watching Disney and Studio Ghibli. We were pirates, Power Rangers, dinosaurs, Sailor Scouts, Batman and Ultraman, and so much more. Anime taught us the extraordinary power of friendship and we brought it into reality.

Two people I am honoured to call my siblings are mixed Japanese and European. You are my family and I love you so much. My world is greater in both breadth and quality for having you in it.

When I say I love all the sights, sounds, smells, and tastes of Richmond, I really mean it. Not just the sweet and sour and the yakisoba that my grandparent’s palate can understand, but the duck feet and the durian that allow my palate to grow beyond what theirs could even imagine.

The same is true for stories and histories. I love the stories of dragons, lanterns, and fireworks. For the histories of emigration, internment, and inequity my love is just as strong, though awash with sadness too.

Xenophobia tells us to fear difference but as a queer person I know my difference is my gift. I know that in an ecosystem the diversity is what makes it resilient. I know that celebrating and embracing difference makes us all so much more than we could ever be on our own.

We now live in an era of profound global interconnection. Technology, economies, migration, and climate disruption have woven our stories and fates more tightly than has ever been seen. Any movement forward must be grounded in an ethos of connection, acceptance, and a global sense of us. We are not “all one,” but instead an extraordinary multitude of difference, and that is how we will survive and thrive.

So thank you Richmond, for nurturing me and my peers into global citizens.

I love you,

Andrew