Undamaged Nature, Unbroken Autonomy: Richard Grossman, a Bicycle and Me

Good job winning River Road, Komanoff. Now go for the Taconic.

Richard Grossman, organizer, agitator and an intellectual godfather of the movement against corporate sovereignty, put those words on a postcard he sent me in 1989, after hearing that the Palisades Interstate Park Commission was rescinding its ancient rules restricting cycling on Henry Hudson Drive, a spectacular sinuous two-lane road carved from the Jersey Palisades. The advocacy campaign I had led as president of Transportation Alternatives had been a Grossman special, with tactics running the gamut from a bike-in (with the inevitable arrest) to legal briefs, coalition building and behind-the-scenes suasion. Richard’s praise was heartfelt, but he was kidding about the Taconic. Or was he?

The Taconic Parkway is a multi-lane highway that starts in New York’s northern suburbs, ribbons through its exurbs and ends in rolling farmland between Albany and the Berkshires. Making it a bike highway, or even one shared with cars, was sheer fantasy. But Richard, who died last November, was always goading fellow activists to raise the stakes; to begin three new campaigns before the current one was finished; to aim beyond the reasonable. Whether he was kidding or not was for you to decide, and wrestling with it enlarged your sense of the possible.

I was four hours into a ride last Saturday when Richard sprang into to mind. My friend Udo and I had met up in lower Manhattan and biked up the Hudson River Greenway, over the Harlem River and into the Bronx, and through a string of Westchester villages. We were grinding up a punishing climb out of Ossining and past Maryknoll Seminary, when I spotted little Inningwood Road. “Hey,” I told Udo, “There’s a camp down that turnoff. I was there in 1994, at one of Richard Grossman’s ‘Rethinking the Corporation’ weekend meetings.”

It was in dozens of such meetings that Richard honed his thinking and stirred other activists to dig deeper and “contest the authority of corporations to govern,” as he put it. “Corporate sovereignty,” literally, rule by corporations, was what happened when corporations were granted perpetual life and given Constitutional protections while shareholders enjoyed limited liability. If that seems distressingly obvious today, it’s only because Richard was such a catalytic synthesizer that the culture is now permeated with what was originally a far more solitary vision. Over the course of that weekend’s Socratic dialogues nearly twenty years ago I got the idea but didn’t know what to do with it. My most vivid memory is ducking out after dinner and riding over a creek where the polyphony of hundreds of singing frogs stopped me in my tracks.

Past Inningwood we crept up Pinesbridge, past the golf course that in ’94 was a meadow returning to forest, turned left onto tiny Hoag Cross Road, and soon another left on Illington, to what used to be a thrilling downhill until extreme weather and budget cuts turned it into hundred-pothole hell. I blundered into a nasty crater, and Udo kept going while I steadied myself. When I caught up, he was stopped on the overpass above the northbound Taconic. The usual thrum of traffic was absent. Udo gestured to the parkway below, where there were no cars. Not just a lull, but zero traffic. “Post-apocalpytic,” he grinned.

The parkway was closed. Had something happened at Indian Point, less than a dozen miles away? Was there some sporting event? A horrific traffic crash? None of the above, said a man and woman out walking: the highway bridge over the Croton Reservoir, a half-mile further up, was shut for reconstruction. So be it. The silence was bracing, and the sight of the pristine asphalt was eerie yet natural. Rod Serling, meet Richard Grossman.

Illington ended at Aqueduct Road, which sloped toward the reservoir, alongside the empty Taconic. Only a shallow berm separated the roads, and we ascended it to the parkway and cycled onto the bridge. A huge construction crane was parked mid-span. Behind it the road surface was stripped down to girders. We leaned our bikes against a rail, arranged a few wooden blocks into table and chairs, and broke out lunch. Just us, our bikes and the blue water, with the bridge superstructure framing a cloudless sky.

Our picnic done, we got back on our bikes and turned onto Croton Dam Road, a wide hardpacked dirt road that skirts the reservoir’s south shore and leads to the dam. I told Udo about a bike ride on that road 20 years ago with my girlfriend, now my wife, when low water exposed an island a few dozen yards from shore. “Judy and I stashed the bikes, sealed our food and books in ziplock bags, and swam out to the island,” I recalled to Udo. “It was mid-summer, a gorgeous day, before kids. Paradise.”

“What were you doing with ziplock bags?” he asked. “Who knows, I guess they were in Judy’s bicycle bag. She always carried stuff like that.” I didn’t mention the book I held aloft as I paddled to the island that day. It was a history of Germany’s resistance before succumbing to the rising auto industry in the early Twentieth Century, a stunningly original work by the cultural historian and development expert Wolfgang Sachs. For Love of the Automobile: Looking Back Into the History of Our Desires. Grossman had sent it to me, guessing it would enrich my activism.

He was right. Later that year, for the back cover of The Bicycle Blueprint, the bike-plan book I was curating for Transportation Alternatives, I extracted this epigraph from Sachs’ book:

The bicycle offers the gains of advanced technology without threatening the environment. It stands not only for undamaged nature but also for unbroken autonomy. To attack the pedals may be strenuous over the short run, but it is an expression of trust in one’s own powers, for with the bicycle everything depends on the self. Those who wish to control their own lives and move beyond existence as mere clients and consumers — those people ride a bike.

Undamaged nature. Unbroken autonomy. Ponderous phrases, perhaps, but to me, the essence of why I had poured myself into bicycle activism for six tumultuous years. Later, when my transportation work gravitated to road pricing, I again drew on Sachs:

Once a certain traffic density is surpassed, every driver contributes involuntarily to a slowing of traffic. The time that the individual driver steals from all the others by slowing them down is greater many times over than the time he or she might have hoped to gain by taking the car.

In one short paragraph: the car as the antithesis of the bicycle and “the tragedy of the commons” applied to traffic. I still use that passage as the lead-in to my traffic-pricing talks.

The remaining miles to Croton-on-Hudson and the Metro-North station were uneventful. Udo and I rolled our bikes onto the train and flashed our bike permits — another cycling “right” that was hard-won and can now be taken for granted. Fifty minutes later we were in Grand Central, then on to our respective homes in lower Manhattan.

At home, I peeled off my T-shirt and gave it a glance. I’ve had it for years and worn it on countless rides. The grizzly bear on the front has faded, but the shirt’s turquoise background still glows. Then I remembered. The shirt was one of a bunch that came in the mail one day, sent by a friend: Richard Grossman.

  • Marimaca Wave

    Thanks, Charlie!

  • Ben Kintisch

    Beautiful writing, Charles. One of my big dreams is to have a real bike super highway along the sides of the NYC area parkways – particularly the Palisades Parkway, one of the most beautiful roads I’ve ever driven. And on either side are generous, grassy shoulders. Imagine if one of our big funders (are you out there Mr. Gorton) stepped up to the folks who run that road and gave a ginormous donation, a la the velodrome gift that’s coming to Brooklyn Bridge park, to make it happen. The space is already there – maybe the biggest obstacle would be building underpasses to safely cross the on-and off-ramps. Boulder and Minneapolis have invested in this type of infrastructure and its incredibly popular. And it would be huge not just for weekend warriors but also for suburban commuters!

  • Anonymous

    charles, this is a magnificent piece. Wished I had known the man.

  • Thomas Sterner

    Activism at its best is fun, thought-provoking and mind changing. Thats how we start to change the world as well. You set a good example weaving together beautiful memories with friendship, activism and a little environmental economics.

  • Joe R.

    @Ben_Kintisch:disqus It is one of my dreams also to have a system of real, grade-separated bike superhighways in and around NYC. Besides being incredibly popular, they would function as rapid transit corridors. I long to ride free from the constant annoyances of automobiles, red lights, stop signs, and even the potholes which plague roads traveled by heavy vehicles.

    And excellent reading here, Charles. This is exactly the kind of piece which shows the rest of the world which doesn’t “get” cycling exactly what it’s all about.

  • F James Handley

    Thanks, Charles for a lovely tribute and a vivid travelogue. 

    Grossman’s “Fear At Work” bolstered my courage in the early 90’s as my EPA colleagues and I fell ill as EPA (negligently or intentionally) poisoned us in its toxic headquarters building.  (And yes, as Richard’s book teaches, our first step was to organize, to thoroughly document the epidemic, breaking out of the usual bureaucratic channels.) 

    Fifteen years later, I participated in Grossman’s “Democracy School” which challenged and began to equip us to confront the juggernaut of unchecked corporate power that has metastasized under rubric of corporate “personhood.”  I sensed then (and your tribute confirms almost poetically) that Richard somehow saw beyond conventional wisdom about  what might be possible.  And perhaps even rarer, he seemed to have a knack for collecting and igniting others to think clearly and dare to take the steps to get there.  The combination felt something like tough love.  Deeply empathetic, but Richard didn’t strike me as one to accept excuses.  

    Five years ago, I was thrilled to stumble upon the Carbon Tax Center which Charles had just co-founded.  I was moved to become CTC’s DC representative — to bring the most elegant and effective climate policy to the doorstep of the both climate activists and policymakers.  I often wonder about the forces and experiences that form people into effective activists.  It’s clear to me now that Richard left an unmistakeable imprint on Charles — a sort of “What the hell, you never know until you try…” attitude that complements Charles’ ethic of hard-headed analysis and persistent truth-telling.  I’ve adopted some of that; I can report that it seems to be charmingly effective formula for finding allies and supporters in a city where it’s often hard to even be heard.

    – James Handley
    Washington, DC

  • Good article and remembrance. 
    Hard to imagine TA doing any kind of civil disobedience with Bloomberg$ cas now. Central Park still is not car free.



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