His anti-bike hysteria is a big part of why we're not friends any more.
Over the next 20 years, I watched the NYPD strip all that away & grind him to a pulp.
This grew into a larger conviction that people in "the city" are all asking for it, all blithely unaware of their own risk.
They're careless. They're stupid. They don't look both ways, just sail out into the street. Who do they think they are? &c.
I'm guessing there's also feelings of powerlessness: he took the job to save lives. But he can't.
But if it's /their own/ fault, he's off the hook.
He also clings to this fantasy that someone in a car can do no wrong. The car is never at fault. It's magical thinking par excellence.
He told me once that vehicle traffic was "the lifeblood of the city"—which in some ways is true. But then it got weird.
But there's also a lot of vehicle traffic in NYC that's unnecessary—people commuting to work because they don't want to mix with hoi polloi on the subway, &c. Or ride a bike.
It makes me sad to even think about him, tbh. Like I said, he was a good person. It's ugly to watch a job chew up a person's soul.
I've been thinking about him a lot lately. I haven't called him. Every time I do, it just ends badly, with him ranting.
His restaurant is in my old friend's precinct. I can't help but wonder if they'll cross paths. And if it'll be bad. It f**king sucks.
He used to love doing stuff like that—little favors, greasing the city's metaphorical wheels. He used to work for a restaurant himself.
Anyway. I probably won't call him. Every time I do, we get into some weird, one-sided argument with him ranting about bicycles, pedestrians, or just people in general (or once it was libraries), & how stupid they are, & how they deserve what they get.
This started with why do cops hate bicycles & ended up with Bruno Bettelheim on concentration camp guards. So I guess that's where I'm at right now.
I don't really have anything else to say. Except thank you, as always, for reading.