Hardy Plumbing
January 12, 2011


I don't see why New York's Mayor Michael Bloomberg is being blamed for that last big killer snowfall that blanketed the city.

The Department of Sanitation and a handful of slugs who drive snowplows and who make a fortune every time it snows pulled a sneaky work stoppage and screwed our Mayor.

Now that I've defended the Mayor, I also would like to state that if I'm found dead or crippled on a New York City street, it is Mayor Bloomberg's fault.

Bloomberg, along with that whacko Janette Sadik-Khan, who is currently his Commissioner of the Department of Transportation, has turned New York City into a giant bicycle lane that has every New Yorker over the age of 40 cowering with fear.

I've reached that age where I have these fears of what will eventually do me in. My mind seems as sharp as ever, although the other day I went to unlock my front door and instead of reaching into my wallet for a key I found myself taking out my American Express card and trying to figure out where to insert the card so that the door would spring open. It was only a few seconds but I took it as a sign.

It seems to me the only things to do about living longer center around exercise, giving up alcohol, or eating tasteless food. These are alternatives that I won't consider for even a minute. Death seems so much better than jogging.

So the only thing left for me is to try to avoid is getting run over by a bicycle. Yes, this is my greatest fear. Let me tell you why.

To begin with, along with millions of baby boomers, I've reached that point where my bones have the consistency of Rice Krispies.

And a broken hip at my age is the beginning of the end.

And whom do I feel will break my hip and send me to meet my maker?

It's going to be one of those tens of thousands of Chinese deliverymen, wearing baseball caps, who pedal their broken-down bikes around New York City every Sunday night. Yes, they ride in the Bloomberg/Sadik-Khan bike lanes, but always in the wrong direction.

On Sunday nights in New York City, thousands of people who are too lazy to cook call for food from hundreds of restaurants. The food, ranging from Roast Pork Chow Fun and Beef Young Sing Lo Mein to pizza with pepperoni, is put in the hands of these Chinese gentlemen, who will go through fire to make sure the food will reach its final destination – your stomach.

Tons of food seem to be delivered by tens of thousands of Chinese deliverymen who speak no English and seem to only pedal their bikes against traffic. They don't swerve to avoid taxicabs. Instead, they fix their "Night of the Living Dead" stares and aim their bikes at the grilles of taxis traveling at them at 50 miles an hour on narrow streets. Taxicabs, I might add, that are being driven by people, many of whom have never driven on a paved street, and like their Chinese counterparts speak no English.

It's scary. These are nice, hard-working Chinese deliverymen who have been smuggled into the country to be "The Deliverymen from Hell." In the end, they unwittingly will kill more Americans than their countrymen from the Chinese mainland who keep sending us slightly poisoned food and lead toys.

The other night I got out of a cab after a ride by a cabdriver from Afghanistan who drove as if he had been commissioned by the Taliban to kill me. As I got out of the cab I felt something brush against me. I jumped out of the way and thus missed by inches having my hip or leg broken by a zombie on a bike carrying bags of spareribs to some Park Avenue destination. It was raining and the advertising man in me borrowed a slogan for the Chinese deliverymen to chant:

"Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds to deliver Moo Goo Gai Pan to the masses."

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    January 11, 2011 | 04:09 PM

    It is 9 years now that I left Manhattan for warmer, less expensive diggs.
    The memories of the 22 years I lived in midtown stir inside of me daily.
    It is the quality and the variety of the food that I miss the most, I too feared those bikes, they rode on the sidewalk then.

    Max Green
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    January 13, 2011 | 03:08 PM

    These Bicycle Delivery people get paid to ride bikes. They have to dodge taxicabs and potholes. Personally, I am always aware of bicycles, I look for bikes, I like to watch bikes. The bike is better than the car. Cars should be banned from midtown. Bicycling is easier than walking.

    Jude Moonshade, Matinecock
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    death by chinese
    January 17, 2011 | 06:13 PM

    jude moonshade should be banned from nyc and the rest of the lefties. there would be plenty of room for those horrible cars.

    james a day
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    February 18, 2011 | 08:54 AM

    It appears that Bloomberg didn't get his congestion pricing so he is crowding Manhattan Streets and Avenues with bike lanes (which by the way were cleared of snow first) and bus lanes. The persons who ride bikes (includes delivery persons) not only in the wrong direction but on the wrong side of the street. They also dont obey any traffic regulations ie going through lights, making left hand turns from right hand lanes. Yes, the Department of Sanitation was out there I saw three trucks on Lenox Ave driving very slowly and blocking traffic. There plows were not even down.
    Jerry thanks for commenting of these issues.

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