South 3rd Street, Brooklyn & Delancey Street, ManhattanI wouldn't mind a plastic covered paper plaque erected in my honor. Flowers, at first, would be nice. Definitely ribbons. Ribbons basking in the sun, playing in the breeze. Inevitably the paper would yellow, the staples might rust, the ribbons tatter. There, it will reach the point of eye-sore and someone will remove it. A second, accepted death.
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this is tragic - i consider myself lucky to have made it out of NYC without a car/bike incident.
because i don't wear helmets, people don't wear helmets in NYC in general, but if you don't wear a helmet in Seattle, you anger the rest of the bike community - they harangue me from the burke gillman trail.
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