Riding along at a good clip, must have had a tail wind. Just north of 54th, a ramp comes off the West Side Highway and into the cruise ship terminal. Crossing the Hudson River Greenway bike path. The cars have a stop sign. The bikes don't stop. 

Usually there's a cop there making the cars stop, to protect the bikers, but there was no one there today. As I round the corner, a car is speeding up, going through the stop sign, driver looking me in the eye. I hit the brakes. Go over the handlebar, and fall in a pile of Dave. Stunned. Nothing broken. Scraped badly, bleeding. The bike's front tire ruined.  

There's much more to the story but I don't have the patience to re-live the drama right now. Never mind. I'm hurting tonight. And tomorrow I'll be black and blue. No riding for a while.  

This is war. 

Dave 

PS: I was riding too fast for the spot I was in.