The image was of some Mad Max villain driving his auto of death toward a crowd of children at ramming speed. But that wasn’t what they were really talking about, because that’s not what happens in New York City. The drivers have no desire to kill or maim, but to get where they’re going like anyone else.
For anyone who hasn’t had the pleasure of driving a car or truck in Manhattan, it’s not like Kansas. Cram enough people into a space too small to hold them all and something has to give. Add to it cabs going vertical to grab a fare, and boxes (the square where an avenue and street cross) jammed for three consecutive lights, and frustration abounds. Then there are bikes weaving between cars and people crossing wherever it works for them, and you’ve got chaos.
And sometimes, perhaps too often, cars hit something. Other cars, bikers and pedestrians. Nobody means to have this happen. Sometimes, drivers aren’t as accommodating as they should be. New Yorkers can be rude that way, putting themselves first and expecting, forcing, the other guy into a game of chicken.
But when I saw this website, the one that made me think Mad Max at Madison Square Garden, it coalesced into the next dangerous conflation of law. Continue reading
