IRONMAN: Not all's well on the roads
“I am not here to direct traffic,” she said. “I’m sorry, but the bicyclists need me to pay attention to them.” Thus said, the Ironman “Pointer” refused to speak to me and continued to ring her jingle bells. My transgression: I had asked how I was to get out of my neighborhood when the Ironman had shut down the only egress roads.
I had planned a half hour extra to get through delays. I did not consider that the Ironman volunteers would neither allow me to cross any roads on the course nor provide any assistance. When my patience ran out and I did cross Government Way when no competitors were visible, the Ironman traffic director launched a verbal and physical assault on me. He only hit my car with a water bottle, but had I not rolled up the window to block his words, he would have hit my 5-year-old daughter.
Could I have handled the situation better? Sure; I did cross where an Ironman “traffic director” told me not to do so. When the Ironman first came to Coeur d’Alene, they were gracious and went out of their way to post, in advance, alternative routes and designated crossing points. Not this year. We accommodate the Ironman in our community, and I, for one, gain nothing directly or indirectly from the race.
The least they can do is treat us politely and provide assistance to cross our own streets and leave our own neighborhoods.