Day 49

Unwanted door prize

February 17th, 2012

Another Curbside Haiku


  1. tna says:

    I really love walking and riding a bike but I get so tired of the constant hazzards. Sometimes I just want to yell, Ya, I know you’re gonna try to smash into me so let’s just get on with it.”

    I go to the crosswalk and press the button, k, I wait for the walking signal for me to take my turn, k, I watch you start to run me down when I’m not even halfway across the street, K, I fall trying to get away or get hit, KK, roadrash. dumbass.

  2. Karen Too says:

    Ack. You can say that again, Matt. ;-)

    This reminds me of when I was the hapless cyclist hit by a cab door.

    It was a rainy day, my brakes/tires were wet, and so I’d been braking well before necessary to compensate as I was approaching a red light.

    Thank goodness, too, because holding a firm grip on my brake levers is the only thing that kept me from flying completely off my bike, and probably landing in the middle of traffic.

    As it was, when my front tire hit the opening cab door, I did something of a handstand on my bike handlebars (while still gripping the brakes), and then slammed back down super hard onto my seat. I bounced around as I landed, banging my body on the metal parts of the bike.

    Not only did the cabbie move on without a word, but so did the bleeping passenger responsible for opening the door without looking.

    Since I was close to my destination (a friend’s house), I headed there to check my injuries. As you can imagine, I was black and blue for weeks, and one of my thumbs got jammed into the brake lever. What a mess.

    (My bike also suffered damages. The front tire rim was bent, as were the handlebars, brakes, and levers.)

    By the way, the taxi was at a full stop at the same red light ahead of me, so I had no way of knowing the passenger was going to exit.

    Also, for those of you who don’t know, in NYC all taxi passengers are supposed to exit toward the curb, at the curb.

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