Making the World Better for New York Cyclists—One Complaint at a Time:
A Website (mostly) of constructive bitching

Bad Apples in the Big Apple's (and beyond) Bike World:

A very personal (if ever so slightly vindictive) Hall of Infamy.

This page under construction while I take a reading of my bile. Reasons for/stories about those named below are coming.

From the NYPD, 28 Pct.: Ofc. Puli who ticketed an adult, non-bike delivery cyclist for failure to wear a helmet. Uh, Puli, there is no such law requiring it. You're a schmuck.
From the NYC DoT (1998):
Luiz Aragao. See "Adman v. NYC DoT," "At the Back" column in VeloNews (link coming).
From the Ft. Lee police department: Perjurous unknown police officer who ticketed cyclist for failiure to keep to right as he was descending Palisades at 30MPH. In court, the defendant, citing  NJ law, sought to show photos of the debris, sewer gratings, and branches in the far right
From the Garfield, OH police department: James Seawright
From the Alpine, NJ court: Part-time judge and fulltime Hackensack lawyer Robert L. Ritter  who acquitted Wha S. Kim who, driving an SUV, killed Camille Savoy as he cycled in the shoulder of 9W. The judge/lawyer disregarded the testimony of two police officers who testified Kim was driving in the shoulder. She claimed Savoy cut in front of her.
From (I think) Ft. Lee, maybe Tenafly: Wha S. Kim (See above).
From the Palisades Interstate Parkway police department: Vincent E. Roberson who, on a bitter winter day, ticketed solo cyclist Hannah Wittich for leaning her bike against the Alpine PIPC HQ flag pole as she ran into the ladies room, bleeding from her cancerous ovaries. She died a few weeks later. There was no law against leaning the bike as she did. (See fuller statement below.)
From the Staten Island police department and prosecutor's office:
From Staten Island: Killer-driver, 23 year old Anthony Tasso, Jr. who, driving his uncle's SUV on a suspended license, killed  Jerome Allen. The claim: Jerome cut in front of him. Yeah, right. a 56 year old bank examiner, on an evening ride after work, and in the righthand lane/shoulder, is going to ride at a somewhat greater speed than Lance Armstrong and for no reason will cut into traffic. And let's have a salute to the police and prosecutor on Staten Island for their failure to conduct a minimally reasonable investigation. Did young Tony maybe have a relation on the PD?
From the New York County Criminal Court: Justice Maxwell Wiley who refused to sentence a cop who was convicted of pushing a cyclist off his bike, then lying about it.
From Queens: Killer-driver, José Vicens (See Andre Anderson, deceased)
From Schwalbe tires: Celeste Steindl-Moser who erroneously sent 300 tire levers rather than the 30 ordered, then took close to a year to offer even a partial payback, withholding ca. $35.00.
From Continental tires:
Greg Tysor who lied about reviewing bills.
From Campagnolo:
Erminio Mangili
From Campagnolo:
Valentino Campagnolo
From the Central Park Police Precinct:
Commanders past and present
From the NYPD Office of Public Information:
From the NYPD:
Bruce ("Bully") Smolka (retired to be in the pay of Ronald Perelman)
From the NYRR (New York Road Racers):
NYRR head, Mary Wittenberg, who, for more than ten years has declined to even so much as merely reply to a repeated and repeated and repeated request that the Road Runners, which has a multi-million dollar operations budget and IT staff, post on the message boards of, say, three cycling clubs when the Road Runners will be commandeering use of Central Park so cyclists will know to avoid it and thereby notify as many as 3000 cyclists with a single keystroke. But, noooo: the NYRR can't bestir itself to show cyclists this small, quick, and easy act of consideration.

List in formation and, one may expect, more names are yet to come.

Vincent Roberson was a rotten, rotten, disgraced PIPC cop who worked out of the Alpine headquarters and who harassed cyclists...and who was permitted to resign late last year rather than face indictment and trial. Here is a link to an article in the Village Voice about this rotten, rotten, disgraced ex-cop...and, yes, the post you're reading right now does have a very large cycling component:

I wrote about this rotten, rotten, disgraced ex-cop in the form of an open letter to him on the NYCC message board in 2009. Here it is, slightly updated. What is in yellow  is a letter from Hannah Wittich.

Dear Ex-Police Officer V.E. Roberson:

Because there are so few satisfactions available to you in your job beyond the pay, the working conditions, the security, the pension, the camaraderie, and, perhaps most of all in your case, the delight of exercising authority, I want to share with you something that you might take great pleasure in, enfold into the memory book of your career, and boast about to your buddies, wife, and children as you recount to them what a great soldier for law and order you are.

Last December a middle-aged woman, Hannah Wittich, biked up River Road on a brutally cold day. She biked up all alone. Not such a big deal, you say. Yeah, ordinarily you’d be right. But not in this case. Here are excerpts of something she wrote about the day:

I was recently issued a ticket at the Alpine Police station by one of the Palisades Parkway patrolmen for 'disregarding a lawfull [RR: sic] order' - but really because this guy is an out-of-control jerk with a power complex and absolutely no human empathy.

I don't want to go deeply into my whole story - let me just shortly say that I have cancer and am currently in continuing treatment for it, and have a number of occasionally inconvenient side effects from the physical realities of my disease.

I was at a physical low this past weekend, but still rode up to Nyack. Riding up the hill to the police station pushed me to the edge of my capabilities. When I got to the top not only was I completely tapped physically and emotionally, but I had to get to the bathroom, quickly. I stashed my bike at the flagpole for quick access. An officer sitting in his vehicle watched and waited until I got all the way to the door, then rolled down his window an inch and told me to go back and move my bike…then rolled up his window immediately so he could not hear my explanation of dire necessity.

When I came out, he proceeded to write me up a ticket, uncaring as to my situation.

I freely admit that I was an idiot, and reacted to his general belligerence with attitude of my own, thus exacerbating the situation; but, mostly, I was freaked out from my own physical state and his nastiness/power-tripping.

Now I, a woman with a life—if I am still capable—[garbled] all for leaning my bike against a flag pole and running to the bathroom.

Another cyclist I know had a run-in with this same officer the day before who also found him to be an out-of-control power-tripper.

From here on, the words are mine: Keep in mind the ticket you wrote, #SC1158, Court I.D. 0288, was not for leaning the bike against the flag pole but for disobeying  a “‘lawfull’ order.” (The misspelling is yours, Vinny. You may not be all that familiar with the meaning of the word so I would not expect you to know how to spell it--even though it was central to your past profession from which, in a gift to the world, you've been removed. But was it a lawful order? No, actually, Vinny, it was not. There was no law or regulation against leaning a bike against that flag pole, nor was there an issue of exigent public order, injury, welfare, or safety. The bike was not obstructing the entrance to the building. It was not on a flower bed or grass. Your order amounted to no more than a request and there is no legal requirement to grant a mere request. If you demanded, "Call me 'sir' or 'officer,'" when you were one, would I have been required to do so? Answer: no.

In any event, Vinny, you were spared having to appear in court for Ms. Wittich's March 20th court date, weren't you? You were spared having pointed out to you yours was not a lawful order. As you know, Ms Wittich missed her court date. As you know she missed it because she died a month before it. Of ovarian cancer—the ovarian cancer that produced her vaginal bleeding, her hemmorraghing that caused her to race to the women's room.

That was her last ride before she died, a wonderful, courageous thing for her to do all alone on that bitter, bitterly cold December day knowing she was dying, knowing it would be her last ride, knowing she was celebrating her ebbing life. And what a memorable, celebratory occasion your mean-spiritedness (not to mention violation of your oath) made it for her.

And now I learn from the Village Voice how courageous you were in another, apparently one of a number of other instances. In summary, two other "C" words come to mind.  Corrupt. And moral cowardice.