Sadly, I see that these weekly round-ups must vastly under-report the carnage. If the victim didn’t get her name in the paper, it don’t make no nevermind.

Last weekend I looked across Central Park West at 101st St to an awful sight, a body and a bike lying on the pavement, a few people gathered around. Someone had already called 911, the nearby fire station sent responders and police quickly followed.

The victim was breathing, but did not move an arm, a hand, a finger, nor wiggle his foot. He appeared to be a black Hispanic, some 30 to 50 years old. Two small bags on the handlebars held a container of milk and a few other grocery items.

I didn’t want to intrude, and I was too stunned to do anything. Didn’t even try to get his name or take a picture. A taxi driver was detained by witnesses and then the police. An ambulance took the hapless victim away.

But no reporters, no media attention. Just another poor man in the street with his body broken, and probably his life now broken as well.

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I’m never one to blame the victim, and I arrived too late to witness the crime. But I wish the cyclist had been wearing white or light colors, or had a light on his bike. Instead of mandating helmets, our politicians should be helping to educate cyclists and to encourage more lights and reflectors on bikes. Yesterday I went to my bike shop and got another light for my own bike.

I have been in situations where I’m lit up at night, dressed in white jacket, stopped at a red light, in a bike box, and turn around to look the driver who pulled up behind me right in the eye while waiting for the light to turn, and still had the driver floor it on the green and pass me dangerously fast and close. You can wear bright colors and light up all you want, but if drivers don’t or won’t follow laws and basic common sense, it’s pretty much just luck of the draw.