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A ticket you’ll want to get

Time’s Up is rewarding cyclists with a ticket blitz of their own.

a message from Time’s Up:
“Token Ticket of Love” We will be handing out fake tickets and awarding winter bicyclists with chocolate coins to pay them for their choice instead of ticketing them and inviting them to our community building ‘Love Your Lane’ ride and dance party.

Monday, January 31, 2011, 9:00 a.m. – 10:00 a.m.
Manhattan side of the Manhattan Bridge
Find out more

Also, Monday and Wednesday afternoon starting at 4:30pm we will be on the Brooklyn side of the Williamsburg Bridge
If anyone would like to help they are more than welcome!

Tragic twists, crackdown 2011

In a case of tragic irony…
Cyclists are continuing to be penalized for such heinous offenses as running red lights in auto-free times in Central Park and “not riding in the bike lane,” during the NYPD’s crackdown 2011.

Meanwhile Motorists are continuing to kill and seriously maim pedestrians and bikers with such acts as, driving without a licenses, operated a vehicle intoxicated and fleeing the scene of an accident.

on Monday a 35 year old fashion stylist, Laurence Renard was run over by a unlicensed driver while crossing the street on the Upper East Side.

From the Daily News:
French fashion stylist Laurence Renard killed in horrific East Side rush-hour accident

BY Meredith Bennett-Smith and James Fanelli

Tuesday, January 25th 2011, 4:00 AM
A French fashion stylist who worked with photographer Bruce Weber was fatally hit by a dump truck on Monday in a horrific rush-hour accident on the upper East Side, police said.

Laurence Renard, 35, was crossing First Ave. right outside her building about 5:45 p.m. when a private carting truck turning from 90th St. struck her.

read more here.

Yesterday a food delivery rider was sent to the hospital in critical condition, involved in a hit and run.

Reported on in the New York Time’s:
Hit-and-Run Driver Injures Cyclist Near Times Square
January 29, 2011, 3:56 pm

A food deliveryman was seriously injured by a hit-and-run driver who struck his bicycle from behind near Times Square about 10:15 p.m. Friday, the police said.

The victim, Ricardo Gonzalez, 28, was thrown under a second vehicle that was double-parked. He was listed in critical condition on Saturday at Bellevue Hospital Center.

Officers arrested a driver who they said had been involved in the accident a few blocks away. They identified him as Clark Gettinger, 40, of 300 West 59th Street.

The police said Mr. Gettinger was traveling north on Eighth Avenue in a 2001 Lexus when his car struck Mr. Gonzalez, who had crossed 47th Street and was pedaling up the right side of the avenue.

Read the rest of the article here.

Charlie Komanoff, life long advocate for safer streets wrote this piece in Streetsblog, talking about how the public’s opinions are often shrouded in ignorance and tend to blame the victim instead of taking a critical look at statistics such as private dump trucks have the number one pedestrian kill rate.

Response to NYC Traffic Violence Rooted in Ignorance

by Charles Komanoff on January 25, 2011

Even with New York City pedestrian deaths dropping in recent years, there’s no end in sight to the horror from driver-caused deaths, and little letup in police fecklessness and politicians’ and media grandstanding on traffic dangers.

Unmentioned by police, elected officials or the media in coverage of recent traffic deaths: Private dump trucks have the highest pedestrian kill rate in NYC. Photo: DNAinfo/Jennifer Glickel

This morning brought news of the death of Laurence Renard yesterday evening on the Upper East Side. The 35-year-old French fashion stylist was crushed under a dump truck that turned from 90th Street onto First Avenue and into her path. While details are sketchy, as usual, Renard presumably had the right-of-way over the turning truck, which a witness said “came around the corner like a bat out of hell.” Nevertheless, the only charge filed thus far is for driving with a suspended license.

read more here.

Meanwhile in these tragic times, writer Aaron Naperstek notes in his blog, we need the NYPD to release more statistical information about such events:

Mayor Bloomberg should be publicly challenged to create a public health strategy to sharply reduce deaths and injuries from motor vehicles. This means telling the police department to climb out of their bunker of secrecy and obstructionism. The Health Department and the DOT are already deeply engaged in efforts to change things. The police are not. Not only do they refuse to engage in a public discussion about this street safety, they impede overall efforts by refusing to share crash records they have compiled at public expense.

read the rest of Aaron’s comments here.

coming soon-Monster Track

Monster Track!

718 Cyclery is hosting a movie night

February 1st, 7:00pm

Everyone’s favorite 80′s bike messenger movie…Quicksilver.

At Park Slope’s newest bikes shop,

718 Cyclery
461 7th Ave. Brooklyn

Cyclist Appreciation Night-Party at Billy Hurricane’s

Thursday, January 27th
NYC Cyclist Appreciation Night & FREE OPEN BAR!

Cyclist Owned Bar/Restaurant
Billy Hurricane’s & Idle Hands Bar
25 Avenue B . Between 2nd & 3rd Streets
East Village, NYC

Open to all cyclists; Road, Mountain, Track, BMX, Commuters & more!
Prizes for the most gnarly bike attire… wear your kit, old school gear & much more!

Doors at 6:30pm
Open Bar* from 7:30pm-8:30pm
No Cover!
*Open Bar Upstairs; Well-Drinks, Coors Light Drafts & Lil’ Hurricanes
*Open Bar Downstairs; Three Different Bourbons & More!

Deejays spinning the best in 80′s music both up and downstairs!!!

Video: Opening party of the Grime Store

January 19th, 2011…New York Cities Grimiest Bike shop opened for business.

The Grime Store.
191 Henry Street. Manhattan.

Like the video says…”This ain’t Metro Bikes. If you want a track bike go to Chari and Co. But if you want to smoke an L, come and see us.”

Here’s another…wait, is this the official video?

Welcome to Grime Street from Only Ones on Vimeo.

Careful out there

MAD PROPS to all those riding out there:

Saw this posted on twitter by: @chrismcnally

Sign a petition for bicycle love

Our local politicians are still at it. Trying to find angles by jumping on the perception that their constituents are anti-bike and the infrastructure the DOT has proved for them.

Here is a recent report from Transportation Alternatives and how you can fight back:

As reported by the New York Post, Staten Island Republican Councilmembers James Oddo and Vincent Ignizio are demanding that all new bike lanes be subject to a lengthy — and highly unnecessary — review process. Councilmembers Oddo and Ignizio’s proposal would put a snarl of red tape and potentially years of waiting time between New Yorkers and life-saving improvements to their streets.

If you don’t believe our local politicians should be wasting our time with frivolous red tape, take action here.

looking for Jeffery

I’m looking for Jeffery who made this comment on my blog:
“Got hit with a summons in Central Park yesterday for running a red light. This has reached truly idiotic heights – nary a pedestrian in sight and I was riding as I have for 20 yrs with an eye for the pedestrians’ right of way at the lights.

Somewhat ironically, on my way out of the Park I was hit (gently) by a car trying to squeeze through whilst I was in the bike lane on East 90th Street!”

Can you email me: with more details? the Yahoo address wasn’t working.

NYFD, our real bike heroes

While the NYPD is being a bunch of knuckleheads towards NYC cyclists, the Fire department continues to shine. Here is a story from a friend of mine who had her bike locked by a stranger.

From Beth O’Brien:
I locked my bike at the corner of Nassau and Java Street in Greenpoint at around 7:15 p.m. tonight. (1/26/11) An hour later I returned to find that someone had put their own lock and chain on it.

So, what do you do? My first thought was that someone might be trying to steal my bike or something off it, so I couldn’t leave it out here all night. I had to deal with it immediately. First thing I did was extend my chain to go through the front wheel as well. Didn’t want someone coming back and walking off with that while I tried to find help.

First I started texting anyone I knew who was nearby and might possibly have bolt cutters. Next, of course, I posted my dilemma on Facebook, picture included. I walked out to McGuinness to see if any of the gas stations looked promising. No luck. Of course, as in all times of trouble my phone’s battery was close to dying. I found a locksmith place a few blocks away and called. I asked how much it would cost and he said at least $40 but he would send someone over to look at it. I waited.

Eventually word spread and as my battery hovered around 7%, Mike Green called. I should’ve thought of calling him sooner. He had heard my bike had been locked up and someone was extorting me to release it. Ha! Sort of! Forty dollars seemed a bit much for the price of a snip of a bolt, so we started to brainstorm. The first idea was maybe I should call the cops. I had thought of that but decided against it, worried about the culture of antagonism between NYPD and bicyclists lately. Then Mike remembered there was a fire station nearby. Firefighters certainly had the equipment to handle something like this and might be willing to help. While on the phone with Mike the locksmith called.

He was on his way over finally. So I decided to stay and pay the forty dollars instead of bothering the firefighters. In about ten minutes a man pulled up in a silver Buick. Getting out of his car he came over and took a look at the chain. Oh, yes, we will need to cut this. I asked again how much it was going to cost and he said, curtly, “Forty dollars like you were told.” Then after mumbling something about the lock he said, “Well if you are going to pay cash I can come down as low as, say, $120.” What? Are you kidding me? $120? I was told 40! Well, it’s night time, I mean what did you expect it to cost? Forget it, I’ll find other help, I said as I stormed away. Towards the firehouse.

On the walk over the manager at the locksmiths called. “You told me it would be forty dollars!” I said. “That was to come over and take a look”. “That isn’t what I asked you. I am not paying you forty dollars to come two blocks and tell me it costs $120!” Conveniently my phone died mid-conversation, mid-yell.

At the firehouse I could see the guys gathered around a table in the back as I rang the bell. A young guy came to the door and looked at me concerned, “Is everything all right?” I explained the situation and that I was sorry to bother them but I didn’t know where to go for help. He said they could probably help but was there any way I could prove the bike was mine. Probably not possible, huh? Embarrassed, I explained that I had a picture of my bike on my Facebook page and could show it to him. It is one of my profile pictures, in fact.

He said everyone was having dinner, but he was done with dinner, but he really had to ask his boss first. He seemed eager to help but totally unsure. I waited near the front while he disappeared into the back. Shortly thereafter he returned and said that if I had the key to the other lock that would be proof enough and they would meet me on the corner in ten minutes. I asked him if he wanted to just walk over with me, and he said, no, no, we’ll meet you there.

Standing on the corner once again, I warily looked around thinking the locksmiths might come back to muscle the $40 out of me. Instead my buddy Mike Maronna rolled up on his bike, extra chains and locks in tow. If we can’t get it unlocked, we could at least add a whole bunch more so that no one can take _anything_. I laughed. It was a sweet gesture. He had been the one to alert Mike Green and showed me a text he had received from him. Something to the effect of: “Alternately we could wait around with baseball bats”

Then the firetruck rolled into view. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. Filled with guys they all hopped out upon arrival. In the swirl of guys and questions I showed them the chain someone had added, unlocked my own chain to prove it was mine. I heard someone call for the “lobsterclaw” but was distracted by Mike talking to a young firefighter about what the possible motivations of the person who did this were. A store owner nearby could be angry about the bike there. But it was parked at a legal bike rack. Maybe someone wanted to steal something from it. Maybe it was just mean-spirited.

And with that my bike was free. I thanked everyone in my vicinity profusely. And in the confused happiness of the whole scene I walked off with Mike, my bike in hand, as the firefighters put the equipment away and climbed back into their truck.