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May 20, 2002

And now this cheery bit

And now this cheery bit of news, which is only official confirmation of something that those of us who think about such things already knew.

As a sometime-subway rider, I know that there is no way to defend against a bomb-belted lunatic walking onto, say, the middle car of the N train at the height of the rush hour (which is packed solid) and taking out fifty or more commuters. The attack would shut down the entire New York City subway system. The psychological impact would be enormous. Which makes such an operation fat and tasty for those who are interested in making Americans sweat.

That is why (in addition to the fact that I'm getting fat again) I'll resume riding my bicycle to work within the week. At least on the streets of Manhattan all I have to worry about is a coffee-dosed lunatic opening his parked car door into my path, or some taxi driver running me onto the sidewalk.

Not to mention that on September 11, I rode my bike to work, and it made it that much easier to get out of downtown.