September 13, 2011

A Larry-Davidian Bike Messenger Incident

This summer I was working at Studio-X, perched peacefully on the 16th floor at Varick St. and Houston St. The neighborhood is quaint and mainly comprised of offices and small residences. This creates a relatively peaceful environment, even when compared with nearby Soho. I would take advantage of the surroundings by walking around the block a few times per day. These escapes broke up the day and connected me to the city. One particular experience served as a learning experience for me and highlighted the contrast of everyday living in the city with the romantic nature of this neighborhood.

I was on one of my walks, getting ready to turn from the residential side street back on to busier and commercial Varick St. As I passed a small and shoddy storefront, a bike messenger burst out of the door. He began to run down the sidewalk with his bike before even saddling up. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and the derelict, clown-looking bike messenger screamed “Get the F#@$ out of my way, NOW!” I shifted my step and he sped down the side walk on his very hi-tech bicycle. I was startled. Obviously, I had the right-of-way on the sidewalk. Bikes are meant to be ridden on the street.

I yelled back at him “Get off the sidewalk!” He stopped, turned around, and rode his bike very quickly back towards me. He went through his high-strung bike messenger act, yelling at me and cursing. I told him to calm down, and refused to fight him (A fight would have gone poorly for me). He got his tough-guy licks in, and scurried off to his next destination. I continued back on my walk, into 180 Varick and up the elevator, to the safety of the 16th floor.

This was a learning experience. It is said that some people learn visually and some learn audibly. I learn the hard way. If anyone had asked me “Should you yell at people on the streets of Manhattan?” I would answer “No.” But apparently I needed proof. Midwestern car-culture allows this sort of behavior, as one is protected by the safety of a car's interiority and mobility. Give someone the finger and just drive away, it will be ok. On the mean streets of New York there is no escape and bike messengers will chase you down.

This was part of the New York acclimation process. Sometimes people are having bad days, and the external stressors cause tempers to flare. The dichotomy between the peaceful walk and the bike messenger incident highlights the nature of Manhattan. John Berger describes living here as a simultaneous dream and nightmare being lived by each inhabitant. It is something that takes getting used to.

I also learned that bike messengers are crazy and to be avoided.


Anonymous said...

Hi Mockitecture,

I'm a bike messenger, albeit from Dublin, and I was astounded to read this story.
Although I do ride on the pavement occasionally (taking care of pedestrians, and never faster than 7mph) I always keep in mind, that it's the pedestrian's reign, and I'm only a guest there (yeh, sometimes an unwanted one).

While it is true that unregulated working conditions, incompetent, know-it-all asshole base controllers and other factors can create immense inner tension in couriers during work(speaking out of experience), there is no way to justify such an act. I'd never do something like that.

The "society" of bike messengers is not a homogenous one. There are wast differences between one and another in every way.
Please do not judge us just by our trade, although I understand if you do so.

Finally, I wanted to express my surprise, and admiration on the calm and emotionally detached way you put your message in words.

Have a lovely day,


dontknockitecture said...


Thanks for your comment. Im glad you enjoyed the story. Of course the broad generalizations were just that, and meant tongue in cheek as well. Thanks again fro reading!