Comments on: Caught on Film: Driver Attacks Bike Messenger

By: Tomas Texino

Tomas Texino — Sat, 13 Sep 2008 13:02:35 +0000

I have interest of what kind of message bicycle delivers? I make mostly message to the telephone machine when someone is not in the house or just call back later. I saw some movie about this bicycle and all he did was break dance and hop around. I think in NYC a bicycle could bring to a person some small articles that can’t be fax or email. Am I correct? Texino-Panama

By: gus

gus — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:13:07 +0000

As a cyclist I get harassed somewhat, however, being burly looking they never stop. I don’t know how you ladies do it! Men who hit women, for whatever reason, need to be pummeled. I was run off the road once, by a fat redneck, in FL. He did not stop, just laughed in the mirror. Here in NY we have wide shoulders, on the road, unlike down south. I get buzzed once in a while, but never have been ditched. I pity cage dwellers who don’t know about fresh air and solitude.

By: skuzzy

skuzzy — Sun, 27 Jan 2008 10:12:34 +0000

I’m not a biker messenger but you guys are coooool shit, even though I almost nail 1 or 2 of you a week (not meaningly). Keep the rubberside down bikers……….

By: Junior

Junior — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 13:33:14 +0000

end of the story…

By: Chris

Chris — Mon, 12 Mar 2007 01:51:17 +0000

Holla back Richmond! You gotta watch out for people in the financial district, especially weekend nights. Its always a fun ride when your running through the traffic jam of angry “my job sucks so I take it out on the world” people.

By: Sally ala Fixpert

Sally ala Fixpert — Thu, 30 Mar 2006 17:09:44 +0000

Sure thing, I actually came upon a crime scene similar to this, perhaps less dramatic, in my bike messenger work in NYC. You can see a photo that I took of the bike messenger that was hit by a car on flickr. I can’t think of a more clear image that shows it was the driver’s fault. I gave the cyclist my contact info in case he needed to use the photo in court, but he never contacted me.