Traffic Hero / The Kick

13th December, 2010

By all the auto shops with cut up cars spilling out onto the pavement, and spilling purple oil into the gutter, and all the Latin dudes leaning against the cars with such unconscious grace, never wearing coats in the cold, just layer upon motley layer, by the shops with “Food Stamps Now Accepted Here”, near the Kosher pharmacy and the tailor from Pakistan who’s sitting in the window of his shop with his long white beard and a black, old-fashioned sewing machine, his sign up in Arabic script, crossing Coney Island Avenue to get to the other section of Cortelyou Road to the subway station of same name, I’m almost about to cross when a dark-grey Lincoln-esque town car turns left on my green and doesn’t cede (as mentioned, in New York when it’s green for pedestrians, it’s also green for traffic. Who thought up that such a great way of creating stress and conflict?). A Mexican man, fairly well-built, in a black sleeveless puffed up jacket, well-bundled in variegated hoodie-esque layers (classic construction worker style), stands placidly in the middle of the zebra crossing. He lets the car pass, then gives it a good kick near the bumper with a pair of size 10 Caterpillar boots. The car slows. The pedestrian stays standing in the centre of the road like a gun fighter, turns to face the car. The driver wavers, leaves the engine ambling for what seems a long time, then guns the engine, and leaves. Wise move. The Mexican dude, post-kick, in no post-haste at all, then crosses the road and enters the shop on the corner.

I admire the way he doesn’t look back, even though the car could have stopped and the driver could now be coming for him, gunning for him: verbally, or literally. I admire his obvious ability to find an appropriate response to the moment. Beginner’s Mind. Samurai-style. Indeed, surely much of the stress of “modern” life is due to holding back when unleashing (in any of many appropriate ways) would best serve us and protect us, and aid in setting the appropriate limits of cosmos (cosmos being the opposite of chaos). Surely, too, stress comes from allowing our frustration out at the wrong / innocent person and in the wrong / inappropriate situation. I admire the way – I can see it in his walk, the energy-sense of him – that he’s already a duck, shaking the situation off his back. I know that if it had been me, Mr. Stress-Ball, “Mr. Over-think-it”, who’d kicked the car, or failed to kick the car, either way I would have sullied my mind with adrenalin for at least an hour about the first possibility, or self-directed anger for at least another hour about the latter, about having failed to kick the car ( – let’s be honest here!).

I know that if it had been done at a busy intersection like 6th avenue and 14th street in Manhattan, the crowds of pedestrians at the cross-streets would have instantly orgasmed at the sight of someone doing the right thing, in the right moment, so simply, so well.

So, anonymous Traffic Warrior – let me just say: Represent!

Advertisements

Published by

New York Peristalsis

My name is David McLoghlin, I am the author of "Waiting for Saint Brendan and Other Poems" (Salmon Poetry, July 2012); I am an Irish poet, writer and literary translator, who currently lives in New York, and blogs about its vicissitudes, while not writing other things, like my 2nd collection. I moved to NYC in 2010 to study at NYU's MFA Program in Creative Writing, from which I graduated in 2012, two months before my book was published. Before moving to the US, I lived in Ireland, Spain, Belgium, France, the USA, and travelled in a variety of countries (including Morocco, Czechoslovakia (when it was that country), Paraguay, Uruguay, Argentina and Norway), whilst engaged in a number of pursuits. Newyorkperistalsis.wordpress.com came about as a catch-all for impressions related to moving to NYC alone: culture shock, in essence, and all her ugly sisters.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s