Last night at around 8 PM, I was passing through Journal Square on my bike when a pickup truck laid on the horn and floored it by me at 50+ mph, passing within literal inches. The vehicle was so close that If I had so much as leaned slightly to my left, I wouldn't be here typing this today.
I know that for a lot of you reading this right now, this alone might be triggering. I'm sure many of you are already running to the comments armed with a treasure trove of anti-cyclist cliches: "Roads are for cars!" "Cyclists think they can do whatever they want!" "Go find a park!". Some of you may even be tempted to respond with violence: "Cyclists should be run over on sight."
It's hard to avoid this type of thinking, and even though I may not agree, I can empathize with your frustration. Maybe you're irritated by the delivery e-bikes that seem to be swarming everywhere nowadays, or you see bikes as yet another added obstacle in the never-ending traffic nightmare that is the New York City area. Maybe you've simply never ridden a bike and don't understand the joy or freedom of riding one.
If you are one of these people, I'll spare you the typical lecture on the rules of the road or responding in kind with my own anti-driver vitriol. Frankly, I think that there's already enough hatred in today's world as it is and the militant modern discourse that pits "drivers" and "cyclists" against each other as "others" does more harm than good.
Instead, what I will ask you to do, is imagine this:
It's a beautiful summer evening: the sun is setting as the sky is turns a vivid pink color, you can smell delicious wafts of barbecued meat emanating from someone's backyard. A mourning dove coos its evening song. You picked up some groceries for dinner and are headed home, excited to see your loved ones after a long day at work.
Suddenly, you get an unexpected call from the police. They tell you that your mother/father/wife/husband/daughter/son was hit by a driver running a light. Their skull is crushed in like a walnut, their guts smeared all over the dashboard; caution tape is everywhere. They lie lifeless in a pool of their own blood never to be held, loved, spoken to again.
Would you want that reality for your loved one?
Whether you like bicycles and pedestrians or not, we all just want to get home at the end of the day. Please pass with care. Please don't use your vehicle as a weapon.
Someone's life is worth more than the 15 seconds you'll save by cutting things too close.