One too many, but here they are:

• My fault entirely. I was new to commuting and was an ******* on the MUP. Turned a corner that brings the Hudson River Greenway back under the highway around 65th St. Two bikes ahead of me. I shout "On Your Left," no one moves. There's ample room on the right. So I shout "On Your Right" and accelerate. As I pass he swerves into my rear wheel. We both go down; had I not had a backpack on (Ogio's motorcycling backpack...pretty awesome), I would have had road rash all up and down my back. He had a separated shoulder. I stayed with him until the ambulance guys said it was ok to leave, exchanged info. Followed up with him, he seems ok, but I still have major guilt over being such an idiot.

• Crossing a yellow light, T-boned into a cab that had jumped his light early and was speeding down the avenue. Was able to brake enough that my front wheel bounced off the driver's side door. No one hurt, I now know to never, ever cross a yellow in NYC on an avenue, since those avenue lights are timed to have a 30mph green wave.

• Riding up the 1st Avenue protected bike lane after a late night in the Lower East Side. Protected from cars, yes, but not from idiot drunk pedestrians. Two drunk guys decide it's a good idea to start running along the cars, then step out into the bike lane to cross over to the sidewalk just as I pass them. My handlebars clipped one guy's bag, and down I went. Hit my knee on the curb, got some bad road rash there, and tore my favorite pair of jeans. I had my u-lock in my back pocket at the time. Once I was done yelling at them and the adrenaline had sufficiently cooled down that I wasn't shaking anymore I found the lock hanging off the pedal of a bike locked up to a rack 10 feet in front of me. Best game of horseshoe throwing I've ever played!

• Just between Riverbank State Park and 125th St the Greenway has a sharp S-turn onto and then off of the road to hook up with itself again. Hit a patch of debris on the second turn and down I went. Road rash all up and down my left arm, and a sore wrist from where I stuck my hand out, but the worst was that my fork got bent. I still need to pack a broom into my panniers and clean that section up. And now I know to roll out of a fall and not stick my hand out. I'm lucky my shoulder ended up ok.

Last two weren't really my fault, but I'm still of the mind that all of these accidents could have been prevented. I still treat my commute as a way to work out, but I'm much, much more careful about it now and much more respectful to my fellow path-users. If only I could get that kind of respect from the cars....