On Being a Pedestrian from California in Manhattan
California natives need a leap of faith to survive as pedestrians in New York. The first challenge we face is distance. People in Manhattan -- normal people just like you and me -- might walk a full mile to get from Point A to Point B, where neither Point A nor Point B is on a nature trail, or on a treadmill at the gym, or the spot in the mall where we forgot our car was parked. In fact, Point A might very well be home, and Point B might very well be work, and the A-to-B-to-A-again journey might happen every weekday. Yes, my fellow Californians, I've witnessed it myself: New Yorkers walk that far, on purpose.
The next challenge is accepting the change in personal space. In California, invisible bubbles surround us, extending eighteen inches in all directions. It's understood that we stay out of each other's bubbles; we've written screenplays about violations of our safe zones. But in New York, if it doesn't bruise you, then it's not too close. If you sit on a bench, someone might very well sit right next to you. On the subway, two or more people will grab the same handle to steady themselves, their hands possibly touching. On the sidewalk, even a slight hesitation in your gait could trigger multi-person collisions; that's how closely and precisely New Yorkers navigate through crowds of themselves. If you're going to be visiting Manhattan for the first time, you can simulate the experience before your trip begins: just go to your nearest shopping mall and spend six hours walking the wrong way on the escalators.
The final challenge is understanding the balance of power between cars and pedestrians. In California, cars win. In fact, they win with a vengeance. They're speeding metal blocks of death that won't slow down even after they mow down you and your family. This is actually codified in the California Vehicle Code:
21949. (a) The Legislature hereby finds and declares that it is the policy of the State of California that vehicle travel shall supersede pedestrian travel, whether by foot, wheelchair, walker, or stroller. The Legislature hereby further finds and declares that any such vehicle shall divert, impede, pummel, squash, or splay pedestrians as necessary for said vehicle to reach said vehicle's destination with comfort and convenience.
OK, maybe that last part is an exaggeration. But truthfully, it's no surprise that California pedestrians follow the rules: we wait when we see the red hand, we go when the little person appears, and we quicken our pace when he turns back into the blinking red hand. Jaywalking has been reported in our great state, but only in hit-and-run newspaper articles where the subtext screams loud and clear that it was the pedestrian's fault for veering out of the crosswalk. This is why we always drive rather than walk in California. It's no fun playing on the losing side of a game.
In New York, it's no contest: pedestrians win. The red hand ranks second-to-last in the Signs That We Respect category, barely ahead of mattress tags. Here are the rules, as far as I can tell:
- Walk symbol: Walk. Feel free to kick or slap any vehicle within reaching distance.
- Blinking don't-walk symbol (with green light): Walk. Begin crossing the street if needed.
- Blinking don't-walk symbol (with yellow light): Keep walking. Pick up the pace if you're still half a block or more away from the crosswalk and intend to make the light.
- Don't walk symbol (with fresh opposing green light): Run. Increase speed if cars honk.
- Don't walk symbol (with stale opposing green light): This is soon to become a walk symbol, so go ahead and walk now. Look or listen briefly for oncoming traffic unless everyone around you is already walking.
Note: I mentioned that cars honk their horns. This happens a lot in Manhattan. I recommend wearing an iPod. Most New York pedestrians wear iPods to eliminate the annoying sound of drivers attempting to warn them of approaching danger.
If you do survive your stay in New York, you'll have a new respect for the power of walking. You'll have visions of waking up half an hour early everyday and strolling to the coffee shop down the street. You'll think about investing in a new pair of walking shoes. Then you'll remember that the coffee shop is two exits down the freeway, and that California doesn't have any sidewalks. But you can still buy the new shoes.
Entertaining read and interesting insights. I'm a New Yorker and respect the animal that is called rush hour, whereas not many other people do. Streets should require people to have 'licenses to walk' just as we do with cars. There are untold rules such as walking on the right side that tourists and out of staters just can't seem to comprehend. They all walk to slow, too! Keep up the flow of traffic, and no standing in the middle of the sidewalk looking at the tall buildings! Entertaining read.
On another note. I stumbled onto your site because of your recent acquisition of an mediagate mg-23 hdd divx player. I ordered one too. I was wondering how yours is working for you. Peace.
Also, in New York they say "beep" instead of "honk" and "bump" instead of "hit." But Manhattan cabbies are not to be messed with. I have seen them speed up when they see pedestrians j-walking.
Yay! Someone else who understands! This is a dead-on writeup of the things I keep telling CA visitors to New York, and the baffled family members who ask if I would like a ride when I decide to walk from Caltech to Old Town Pasadena, or from Old Town across the Arroyo to family houses past Avenue 64. I mean, that's not even thirty blocks in New York terms, plus there's lovely trees along the way, a pleasant novelty.
Honking is such a weird thing. There's that little notice in taxis which says you may tell drivers to stop honking if you want. I did that once in a traffic jam, and the driver exasperatedly pointed to the license plate of the car in front of us and spluttered "But-- but-- New Jersey!" As in, "We have to show these New Jersey bastards how to drive properly! By honking!" I often say New Yorkers would vote by honking, if given the chance.
I agree with the person who demanded walking permits. You can always tell the bloody tourists -- they're the ones walking one way and looking the other. They don't understand walking as a means of commute. Cmon, people -- we're trying to work, here! They need to take lessons on eye contact, right-of-way, and not standing at the top of subway stairs. Meanwhile, as a six-years-in-New-Yorker, I enjoy being the sacred cow in the streets of Calcutta, stepping right in front of cars and giving them the stink-eye if they menace me. The adjustment to my crosswalk-timing when I travel between LA and NY is rough, though. I'm always almost squashed.
On other topics: have you noticed that the meaning of mass transit is different in LA? In LA, trains are for poor people. http://www.twistedmatrix.com/~gus/dswj/arch/001074.html#001074 This is why I can never go home.
Found your blog through Googleblog (was attracted by the name -- I used to be a sowbug collector as a kid.) Great work!
p.s. on the chainsaw/monterey pines bit, which seems to have closed comments, would that be an essay by Jon Carroll? because I think he has his stuff archived elsewhere, probably online...
when i was in manhattan with jeni as she was beginning her Columbia time, we almost got hit by several cars crossing a big street, then ran into Central Park for refuge and were challenged by an enormous sewer RAT. i haven't been back since.
Mike! great post. Some thoughts:
- I am a big fan of the car horn. It is abused by those with road rage. It is not a tool to convey emotions. But in any driving scenario (Mumbai, NYC) where there are a lot of carts, animals, trucks, people fighting for the right of way, the horn is a great tool!
- In DC, it's sort of halfway between pedestrians vs. cars in terms of who 'wins'. The cabbies are aggressive, and since so many Federal workers benefit from the 9AM - 5pm rule, they tend to obey the rules; the walk/don't walk. However, when it's their turn to walk, they will absolutely walk over any car in their path. One guy I know used to go through car's back seats if they were stuck in the crosswalk in rush hour.
- Not sure if you noticed this but in Cali I was always impressed that a lot of merging, especially on Freeways, is collaborative and cooperative--drivers working together to make everyone go faster. On the East Coast it's like playing chicken or jousting.
-Your frat brother
Shawn Dolley '92