I wound up doing wind sprints between green lights tonight. Most of the lights in Manhattan now have Walk/Don't Walk timers, so if you're 50 yards out, and you see 8 seconds and counting, that means "Get out of the saddle and sprint!" That happened, like, three times. But I made it every time; I don't have the kind of death-wish you have to have to just run ride lights in New York City.
So I'm a block away from the station, congratulating myself on riding hard without getting killed, when a panel-van turns right--almost straight into my rear wheel. No turn signal and obviously no situational awareness.
Turn signals, folks! They are your friends.
And mirrors are nice, too. I'm just sayin'.
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