The Surprising Reason to Use Your Right Hand When Opening a Car Door

Although traffic is serious, there are ways to make it safer.

Let’s be honest: traffic is really bad right now. I frequently walk or take public transportation because of this. It’s just too stressful to drive through congested streets. And mishaps? They occur daily.

There are always going to be irresponsible drivers out there, even if you drive carefully, as you should. I’m all for any tip that makes our roads safer because of this.

“Dooring”: What Is It?

Do you know what dooring is? The majority haven’t. However, it poses a genuine and hazardous risk, particularly to cyclists.

Dooring occurs when a car door is abruptly opened into an oncoming biker’s path. The outcome? a collision in which the cyclist might be thrown into traffic. You wouldn’t believe how common it is.

A Near-Death Experience That Modified My Perspective

I witnessed dooring nearly occur in front of me a few years ago. Downtown, my friend had just parked. He opened his door without looking and almost collided with a cyclist.

The rider fortunately swerved just in time. I will always remember the terrified expressions on both of their faces. It served as a warning. One irresponsible moment can have dire repercussions.

Cities Are Acting

Cities all over the world are increasing awareness of dooring incidents because they occur so frequently. Bicycle lanes are now common, and many have signs reminding drivers to look for cyclists first.

It’s a part of a bigger movement to make roads safer for everyone, including pedestrians, cyclists, and drivers.

Introducing the “Dutch Reach”

The Dutch Reach is among the most straightforward and astute safety precautions. It originates in the Netherlands, which is renowned for having bike-friendly roads.

It goes like this: Don’t open the door with your left hand if you’re behind the wheel. Use your right hand instead.

Your body turns as a result of this minor alteration. You can see the side mirror and the road behind you perfectly because of that twist that forces you to look over your shoulder.

The Reason It Works

You can see cars, scooters, or cyclists before opening your door thanks to that easy pivot.

This trick can also be used by passengers. Simply use the hand that is furthest away from the door. The same safe twist is produced.

Following my friend’s near-death experience, I began using the Dutch Reach. Writing with my non-dominant hand felt strange at first. However, it quickly became automatic. I tell everybody I know now.

Little Routines, Great Effects
It’s a small move, indeed. However, lives can be saved if more people do it. I share it with my circle because of this. Every individual who embraces it makes a difference.

Can We Do Anything Else?

It goes beyond simply opening a door. On our roads, we must foster a culture of respect and safety.

Here’s how:

Clear signage and protected bike lanes are things that cities can implement.

Road safety behaviors can be taught in schools.

Workshops can be held in communities to raise awareness.

Last Thought: Look, Turn, Right Hand

We all share responsibility for road safety. Respect is important whether you’re walking, riding a bike, or driving a car.

Therefore, keep in mind to right-hand, turn, and look the next time you’re getting out of a parked car. Although it’s a simple habit, it might save someone’s life.

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