I was heading North towards central park on my way home from work tonight. A normal route for me take which allows me to avoid a great deal of midtown and crosstown blocks in Manhattan, as well as affording me a few nice minutes riding through the park drive. Today, however, things were not nearly as serene. As I pulled past 34th St in the lefthand portion of the second to rightmost lane I saw a grey sedan approaching at about 50mph (NYC speed limit is 30mph, and traffic was heavy) in the rightmost lane. As he got to a bus blocking his way he swerved left into my lane about a foot behind my bike. Scary, but not the worst I've experienced in this madhouse city. BUT he was far from done. He now accelerated to be between me and the bus in my lane- Leaving me pinned on both sides with no clear exit due to truck mirrors. This was a nasty spot. So now I'm well
pissed as you might imagine and practically slamming my fist on his windshield and motioning for him to backoff while maintaining control of my bike. Traffic clears and now he has his window down. We're the only vehicles in our lanes and he's now screaming at me about how I should get off the bike/we should fight etc. Thing is- This midtown Manhattan. There are more cameras per square block than there are people. Don't get me wrong- All I wanted to do was show him the floor, but around here one cannot simply go crushing cager's heads no matter how deserving, without going to jail for quite some time. So that was that- I let him pull ahead wildly and I slowed down to collect my thoughts. So we're all done with this nonsense; I mean, we must be, right? Nope. About 4 blocks later I'm approaching a yellow light at low speed in first gear. I see what I think may be the same car, but am not entirely sure- in traffic second car back in the lane to my right. I approach normally assuming this is over. As I approach I guess he saw me in his mirror, because as I reached his trunk area he he cut his wheel hard left and hit the gas. Thank goodness for years of dirtbike riding, a hotel driveway, and a very nimble V is all I can say. I was barely able to swing out enough to avoid being hit by him, ON PURPOSE(as was clearly demonstrated as he ended this maneuver in the middle of oncoming cross street traffic- our light red the whole time.) The dude straightup tried to take me out. I think it was an expression of shock that turned into seething rage on my face as this guy took off. EEV. That's all I got of his plate. Well shaken at this point I take it slow and a block later find a couple of NYPD officers in their patrol car, to whom I relate the story. My rage blindness preventing me from seeing the end of the plate probably means nothing will ever come of this- but they took off lights blazing. I'm hoping it ended in a one-way shootout.
I don't know that there's a moral to this story, per-se; but I guess I'm just glad I had all my gear on in case it'd gone the other way, and there are some seriously crazy, dangerous mother******* out there. Everyone be safe!!