I rode my bike in Manhattan for the 25 years that I lived there and I still have the scars. The first year I lived there, I got knocked off by a Checker cab in Central Park. It seemed like the driver deliberately swerved into me.
Another time, riding home from Conrad’s Bike Shop, I got a little cocky and rear ended a cab on 3rd Avenue. I went over the bars and landed on the trunk, embarrassed but unhurt. My De Rosa‘s wheelbase was shortened by a few millimeters and there’s now a very small kink in the top tube.
Fred Conrad, a photographer for the New York Times, did a series of somber photographs “Ghost Bikes“, that are memorials to bicyclists who have died in collisions with cars and trucks on New York streets.