The Ride to Life is a Two-Way Street
Earlier in the evening, I attended a brief memorial for Liz Padilla, the cyclist who was killed by a truck at the top of our street just two weeks ago. Simultaneous memorials were taking place at three other places in the city where cyclists have been killed by vehicles over the past month; tragically, yet another young cyclist lost their life on Houston Street just last week. In fact, two of the cyclist deaths have been on Houston Street, which might explain why, when I went into town for Rebellious Jukebox, I saw a group of about 50 cyclists or more gathered near Elizabeth Street, where the most recent death occurred. (That would, by coincidence or otherwise, appear to be also almost exactly where the ‘environmental education and direct action’ group Time’s Up has its headquarters.)
Flowers in the spokes for a fallen cyclist.