Even if the bike was slower, it could still have been bad accident. I never ride fast. One day during early evening rush hour time in midtown Manhattan (Fifth Ave. around 37th street), cars were jammed bumper to bumper, so you can imagine how slow I could be riding. A taxi stopped in front of a hotel and the passenger opened the door on the left side, hitting me, displacing my derailleur shifter and brake shifter . Only the hotel guard came over to apologize.