A box for collections to help pay for Brandie Baileys funeral was put out at a memorial for her at CBGB last Sunday night. She was a hardcore punk rock fan.
A cyclists death is a reminder of streets dangers
By Jefferson Siegel
On Sunday night, May 8, Brandie Bailey was able to leave work early. It was near the end of her 2 p.m.-to-midnight shift as a waitress at the Red Bamboo Vegetarian Soul Cafe, a cozy restaurant on W. Fourth St. Manager Jason Wong said they closed just before 11:30 p.m. that night.
We all said goodnight, he recalled, and like every night, said, Get home safe. Bailey, 21, got on her red, fixed-gear track bike, a streamlined model with a high seat, no gears and no brakes. A bike commuter, she started pedaling home to her apartment in East Williamsburg. A waitress at the restaurant for a year, Bailey had told co-workers of her plans to fly home to Vancouver in July to visit her mother.
Thats what we were talking about that Sunday night, Wong said, her vacation.
Just before midnight, Lower East Side resident David Davoli was walking toward Mulberry St. when he saw a crowd at the northeast corner of Houston St. and Avenue A. They were gathered around a bicyclist lying in the street.
There were three people who, when I arrived, were holding her head and trying to get her to say her name, Davoli said. She was limp and not responding.
Two doors away, Downtown resident Glenn Pease was having a drink at Juleps Bar on Avenue A when a fire truck roared to a stop.
I ran over. I went to see who was laying on the floor, he recalled. Brandie Bailey was lying in the crosswalk, just feet from the sidewalk.
The fire truck was soon joined by two police cars and an ambulance. As the tragedy unfolded at the intersection, the private garbage truck that had hit Bailey was heading Uptown. Her red bike lay nearby, its rear wheel bent. Witnesses told police of the hit-and-run and, Davoli said, the police took off in pursuit.
Published reports say the driver was unaware anything had happened. The truck continued north for over a mile, until police finally caught up with it at 21st St. and Second Ave.
Bailey was taken by ambulance to Beth Israel Hospital where she was pronounced dead at 11:58 p.m. She had suffered massive internal injuries. No charges were filed against the driver and no summonses were issued. A Police Department spokesman said the incident was classified as an accident. Drug and alcohol tests on the driver were negative.
Baileys death has instilled sorrow and incited anger in the bicycle community. Coincidentially, May is Bike Month in the city and this past weekend, devoted riders worldwide had descended on the East Village for the Fifth Annual Bicycle Film Festival. In the crowded lobby of the Anthology Film Archives on Second Ave., many were aware of the tragedy.
At the premiere screening Thursday night, there was a moment of silence in her honor. On Friday night, a Critical Mass ride from Prospect Park in Brooklyn, proceeding across Houston St. to the film fest, stopped at the Avenue A intersection for several minutes. A clutch of flowers was placed near the spot where Bailey fell and several riders raised their bikes over their heads in tribute.
Bicycle awareness and riders anger has increased since last summers Republican Convention. The monthly Critical Mass rides, which had proceeded unimpeded for years, were suddenly blocked at various locations and riders were arrested en masse. Lost in the furor were the goals the bicyclists were trying to promote: environmentally friendly transportation and safe riding on city streets through the creation of dedicated bike lanes.
When mass arrests didnt stall the monthly rides, the city took the unusual step of filing a lawsuit against four members of Times Up!, a bike advocacy group. The city claimed the group was organizing illegal gatherings; Times Up! said they only promoted the rides, as did others.
Bill DiPaola, founder of Times Up! and one of the defendants named in the suit, was in the Friday night ride. Outside the film fest, he voiced a riders anger and frustration.
Every time a bicyclist gets hit in the city, or a pedestrian, no one gets arrested, he said. This particular truck went for 23 blocks without stopping. If youre not in your car, why shouldnt you be allowed to walk around the streets or to ride your bike, just to feel safe? We feel its an unfair advantage, and a disturbing advantage to the automobile, that it could scare people, pollute the environment and, in this case, kill someone and get away with it.
By some estimates, 200 pedestrians and cyclists are killed each year in New York City by motor vehicles and thousands more are injured. Of over 6,000 miles of city streets, only 400 miles have either dedicated bike lanes or suggested routes.
In 2003 the city reissued the NYC Cycling Map offering a five-borough depiction of bike lanes, recommended routes and suggestions for the street-smart cyclist. The map shows Houston St. as a Recommended Route sufficient width and/or light traffic. Avenue A at that corner has no markings indicating a bike lane. And dotted lines on the map are suggestions that wont protect cyclists or pedestrians from cars speeding to make a traffic light or large trucks making wide turns.
There is an unmarked superhighway between Williamsburg and Lower Manhattan on which countless bicyclists commute daily to jobs, music gigs and the Lower East Side social scene. The Williamsburg Bridge has a designated bike lane, but once a rider exits onto the Downtown streets, they are at the mercy of traffic-clogged thoroughfares.
An example of the deferrential treatment granted to motor vehicles was experienced last month by a Critical Mass participant. Bike rider Nick Caccavale of Brooklyn was trailing behind the ride at 18th St. and Eighth Ave.
There was a guy [an S.U.V.] squeezing through on the left side and thats where I was, on the left side of the road, Caccavale recalled. He tried to warn the driver off. He ended up just plowing through me and I fell to the floor. My bike was underneath his car. And he got out, cursing and screaming at me, saying, What are you doing on the streets, youre a biker, get out of my way, Im a car.
Police arrived and told the driver to get back in his S.U.V. and leave.
And they drove away, without taking down any information, the cyclist said.
After walking his damaged bike several blocks, he flagged down a police car and insisted on filing a report.
They were about to leave me and say there was nothing they could do because there were no witnesses with me and there were no injuries.
In 1999, Charles Komanoff, an economist and activist, published Killed by Automobile an in-depth analysis of deaths caused by motor vehicles on New York streets from 1994-97. While the fatality totals are troubling, the number of people killed by garbage trucks stands out. In those four years, 26 people were killed by the trucks. Of those, 17 were killed by private carters and nine died after being hit by city Sanitation trucks. Komanoff estimates up to 200 pedestrians and cyclists are killed in the city each year by cars and trucks.
There are too many motor vehicles, theyre driven too fast, too recklessly and with too much impunity, Komanoff said. Drivers can drive recklessly and maim and kill with no consequences for themselves.
Davoli has noticed the potentially hazardous driving by the private carters. Just days after Bailey was killed, he was standing on 10th St. and Avenue A and saw a private garbage truck driving like Mario Andretti. This one guy comes down Avenue A going south to turn onto Ninth, going about 30 miles an hour, goes into the left-hand lane to turn right, without slowing down.
Its not known if Baileys bike had lights or if she was wearing a helmet. Track bikes like the one Bailey was riding have long been used by messengers and started to come into vogue about two years ago as messenger chic became cool among cyclists. Its rare that the bikes have front and rear lights for safety, said one bike activist.
Track bikes usually dont have accessories, like lights; it makes them [the riders] look like a gearhead, he said, using a cyclists term for nerd.
Its also not clear whether Bailey had been biking against traffic, since she had reportedly been biking south but was found lying on the east side of the avenue and the truck had been driving north.
One thing is certain; an extended community of friends, co-workers and colleagues is mourning an unbearable loss. Some can barely bring themselves to talk about it.
Ryan Moylan lived down the hall from Bailey.
I cant even picture her not smiling, Moylan said in the lobby of the Bike Film Fest. Just the type of person that everyone liked.
Justin Taylor was a close friend for two years and lived across the street from her.
She was always smiling, he said. One of the happiest girls I knew.
Her home page, http://myspace.com/ brandeleen, has been turned into an online memorial with hundreds of expressions of sorrow.
Bailey was a fan of hardcore punk rock music. Her brother, Jason, is the bassist in the Christian metalcore band Figure Four. Thats how she met music promoter Rich Hall and became a regular at CBGB. Hall recalled her frequent visits to the East Village club.
She had ethics, we respected her ethics, she respected ours, Hall said. Hall organized last Sunday nights show, which he turned into a memorial to her and collected donations to help her family pay for the funeral. Hall said she would be especially missed by the hardcore community, because the concerts are about meeting people and keeping friendships forever.
Restaurant manager Wong also considered her a friend.
She was a sweet, sweet girl, he said. She was as nice as they get, willing to fill in when someone was sick. Helped me out of a couple of jams when I needed someone to host. Wong said she had spent two years at college in Canada before coming to New York. She was planning on going back. She knew sign language and wanted to open up a sign language business. He paused, then pronounced her, An angel, this girl.