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When I visited my friends in NYC they had a rule about 2 wheelers not stopping but 4 wheelers will stop. I was only there a few days but crossing the bike lane when I had the right of way as a pedestrian was scarier than crossing the street.
Oh 4 wheelers don't stop half the time. You have to lock eyes with the driver and assert dominance as a pedestrian so they understand that you will sue them for everything they're worth if they touch you.
To give you an idea of NYC drivers, I almost got run over once by a guy flooring it in reverse out of a one way side street, turning sharply onto the pedestrian crossing. We flipped each other off then he sped off
I see you've never been hit by a truck.