I was crossing the Queensboro bridge tonight at around 12:30, heading home toward Astoria when I heard a motor behind me. No, it wasn't a moped. It was a car. And no, it wasn't an unmarked police car. It was a car, going to Queens. I'm glad it didn't kill me.
No doubt, as I was biking safely and legally and courteously on a bike path, the driver now thinks much more highly of me in particular and bicyclists in general. For that, we can all give a hearty cheer.