This Morning’s Commute: The Ian Goldman Affair
I'm seeing an increasing number of stories that make you think that, perhaps, the New York City Police Department's hostility towards Critical Mass bike riders has blossomed into a more generalized -- and increasingly dangerous -- hostility towards all New York City bicyclists. Yesterday, I was forwarded this story of a cyclist who got hit by a u-turning car and, after scraping himself up off the pavement, was told "What the f*ck were you doing in the middle of the road?" by the police officers on the scene. Then this morning, with Brian Lehrer's road rage segment playing in the background, this tale of SUV sociopathy and NYPD disregard hit my inbox:
I am writing let tell you about an incident that happened to me this morning on my way to work. I am fine, but I am still a bit shaken up by the whole thing.
I was riding my nice new Surly to work as I do most days. I was just three blocks from my house riding west down West 87th Street toward Riverside Drive. I was at the intersection of W. 87th and West End Avenue. I was just beginning to ride across West End with a green light when a silver/grey SUV came up behind me and decided that it was going to make a right turn onto West End despite the fact that I was right in its path. The only thing that kept the SUV from laying me out was the fact that the crosswalk was filled with people. The people in the crosswalk were enough to get the SUV to jam on its breaks. I too jammed on my breaks, and I found myself stopped with the right front corner of the SUV's bumper two feet away and aimed straight at my hip.
So, the driver and I looked at each other. I am stopped directly in front of the SUV and I make a signal for the driver to roll down his window, so I can explain that he shouldn't drive like a madman. The driver lays on his horn and doesn't stop honking for a good 45 seconds.
I just stand there trying to indicate that he needs to talk to me. He tries to turn around me, but since I am only two feet away and I have repositioned myself right in the middle of his front bumper so he can't drive away, there is not much room for him to maneuver. All the time, he is continuing to jam on his horn. I get off my bike to make it clear that I don't intend to move until he talks to me.
He then turns his wheel sharply and from a complete stop guns the engine and drives straight through my bike. Luckily, I was not on my bike, so I was not hit. I got his license plate: CEY-6110. I was just stunned, and I quickly got a pen and paper out of my bag and wrote down his license plate and a description of the car -- a silver/gray fairly new model Jeep Cherokee. The driver was a white male, probably in his early 30's. There was another white male with him in the front seat of the car.
A pedestrian who was at the corner stopped and asked if I was OK. She said that was she just saw, "was the most disturbing thing I have ever seen in my life." She was very nice and gave me all of her contact info.
After calming down, I got back on my bike, but after riding 10 feet I realized that the SUV had knocked my front wheel out of alignment with the handlebars and that the front brakes were pretty screwed up too. I spent a few minutes looking at the bike trying to straighten it out, and when I looked up, I saw that a police car was stopped on West End Avenue giving a ticket to a limo.
I went up to the police officer (P.O. Johnson of the 24th precinct) and after she was done writing the ticket I told her my story. I was still shaking at the time and I had to control myself to tell the story in a calm way. She said she would write up an accident report. I told her it wasn't an accident; that the driver had deliberately accelerated from a full stop to hit me and then drove away. She said that since I wasn't hurt, and it was just my bike that was injured that it was just a property incident, and all she could do was write up an accident report. I tried to stress that it wasn't an accident, but she wouldn't budge. I told her I had the cell phone of a witness, but all the police officer was going to do was take down an accident report. She didn't seem the slightest bit concerned that the incident was deliberate.
I now have a receipt for the accident report, and the police officer told me I could call Monday to get the accident number and the complaint number. And if I want to pursue it further, I can try once I have that info. I am still in a bit of shock and I not quite sure what to do.
So that is how I started my day today.








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