A Gentle Kiss Between Dashers
My first head-on collision as a food delivery guy
You know it was bound to happen eventually. Or at least, I did. With bike riders going the wrong way more or less with impunity, it’s not a matter of if — but when — a dasher has an accident.
Sunday afternoon. Hot like a mother fucker (the weather — not business). Crossing 32nd Street, I turned right on…