Add me to the legion of Manhattanites who complain about cyclists who race the wrong way on streets, barrel along sidewalks and ignore traffic lights.
My complaint is about the men — only men, I think — making deliveries on bicycles and their employers. I should say that I sympathize with those folks, whose jobs, such as they are, must rank among the worst in the city.
Living on a corner of Amsterdam Avenue on the Upper West Side, where a plethora of restaurants means a plenitude of bicycle deliveries, I am unusually cautious when crossing that thoroughfare. I pause, look both ways, step into the street and look again and again as I venture to the opposite side.
That was my practice the other night on my way home from the gym. Despite my vigilance, however, Continue reading