Sen. Jeff Klein to No Impact Man: “Hands Off My Car, You F–king A–hole”

Though you may not know my name, you may recall that you and I mettoday under rather unpleasant circumstances on New York City'sBroadway, just north of City Hall. You were driving your blackMercedes. I was riding a small folding bicycle and wearing a purplehelmet.

To refresh your memory:

Traffic was moving rather slowly and you were heading in thedowntown direction, as was I. You were in the far left lane and I wasriding on the curbside of that lane, near your rear passenger door.Suddenly, you began to veer your Mercedes to the left, potentiallycrushing me between your car and the cars parked on the side of theroad.

With nowhere to go to get out of your way, and to avoid seriousinjury or death, in desperation, I chose to knock on your window to letyou know that I was there and that you should avoid veering further inmy direction.

At this point, you brought your vehicle to an abrupt halt, not toavoid hitting me, but because you apparently needed to communicatesomething to me. You rolled down your window and said, "Get your handsoff my car, you fucking asshole."

I said, "You were veering into me and going to crush me."

You said, "You better not touch other people's cars. You might findthat touching other people's cars is more dangerous than traffic."