A Cyclist to a Terrorist: Your Fearmongering Has Failed

Each day that I ride down the Hudson River Bike path, which is nearly every day, I marvel that it's there. It's not like most of New York City. No traffic, no subway pole-hoggers, no delays, no cursing, no people whose earphones are leaking music. Just wind and water and trees and, in the right season, daffodils.

Cyclists can ride down the west side of Manhattan all the way from the northern George Washington Bridge to South Street Seaport; it's usually the best way to commute up- or downtown.