On this sunny March afternoon in 2001, I was working my way west along Queens Boulevard and already salivating over a planned pit stop at the White Castle a block west of here. Above we look north on 44th Street, sporting the requisite Be Alert warning signs installed not long before that date to warn pedestrians that intersection has had multiple accidents involving them. I'm sure the lady on the right was quite conscious of them, as was another pedestrian behind her, as yet unseen. That alertness may well have saved both their lives. See the cars on 44th Street heading into the intersection? The driver of the maroon car behind the blue compact was about to do something sickeningly stupid, selfish, senseless and criminal, all geared I'm sure towards saving himself a couple of imagined seconds.

Remember how Mr. Maroon was in 44th Street's right lane? The white car now behind the bus was in the legal left turn lane, and made his turn without incident. Not so with the putz in the maroon wagon. Anxious to make a left, this SOB swerved sharply as soon as the white car turned and came within two inches of running both pedestrians down. They not only had the green signal, but also the walk signal in their favor, but that is neither here nor there. Though Queens Boulevard was crawling with enforcement agents, of course there were none right there at that particular moment. I had just taken the camera down from my face when it happened. I was hoping his license plate would come out, but no luck. And in the end, you @#$%& ASSHOLE, how many seconds did you save, huh? Nearly killed two human beings in order to sit at the following red light, only four car lengths away! What a piece of s@%t you are! Hopefully, at least one person who knows you will see this and recognize your vehicle (Note the chrome sun visors over the side windows) and punch you right in the mouth, in honor of your lovely humanity!

Looking north at 45th Street, we see at least one reference to 46th Street's former life as Bliss Street; the Bliss Hair Salon (pink canopy). Note that despite the apparent safety of only three lanes of traffic to cross at a time on this Queens Boulevard section, these crossers also had the entry and exit lanes from the flanking parking lots to worry about. At this point in history back in 2001, there was still no relief for the weary on the Boulevard of Broken Bones.

Just musing now in late 2018 as I resurrect this long weedy section of the website after many years of neglect, what havoc I could have wreaked on Mister Maroon-Car on social media had I snapped and posted clear photos, let alone video of his dangerous actions with clear view of his license plate. I'm told recent Zero Vision legislation in New York City has cut down deaths dramatically along Death Boulevard. Certainly even under old laws, had this guy killed anyone he would have faced at least negligent homicide charges. I'd hope. What I really hope is that this putz hasn't spent the last 17 years continuing to drive like this.