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called them law-fl outing, obscenity-spewing, bath-needing, wild-riding,
pedestrian-smashing madmen.” Twelve years later, the same condem-
nation was expressed in an editorial in the New York Times: “Some of
these boys look good in tights, but most are maniacal and dangerous. . . .
Getting hit by a bike messenger is a true New York experience.”
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“What’s the Lure of Delivering Packages?”
To those not living in major metropolitan areas (especially, major met-
ropolitan areas with primary transportation infrastructure constructed
before the suburban housing boom following World War II), bike mes-
sengers sound quaint at best. Often the concept just sounds silly. Every
now and again, I am asked (always by someone who has never spent
substantial time in such cities), “But what do they deliver?” followed by
a chuckle. However, as the small sampling of newspaper articles above
shows, for those living in larger, older cities—Boston, Chicago, New
York, San Francisco, Washington, D.C.—as well as a few newer ones, bike
messengers are a source of cultural fascination. Even to the casual ob-
server, bike messengers appear to be part of an interesting, but obscure,
subculture.
When I was working as a messenger in Seattle, a businessman in an
elevator asked me: “What’s the lure of delivering packages? I see a lot of
people doing it, and they seem to love it.” And love it they do. I cannot
count the number of times I have heard messengers describe their oc-
cupation as “the best job ever.” The businessman’s question, “What’s the
lure of delivering packages?” should be enough to make anyone stop
and ponder—most certainly a sociologist. Really, what is the allure?
When I worked at Sprint Courier in New York, my average daily wage
was $63 (for the days that I did work). I had no health care, no paid
holidays, and no sick leave. When I was injured or when my bicycle was
broken, I had no income. I was in multiple accidents with motor vehicles
and pedestrians, thankfully nothing serious, but this had more to do
with luck than skill. In order to deliver packages in a timely manner I
regularly broke traffi c laws, and racked up hundreds of dollars in cita-
tions. And I, not my company, was responsible for paying them. More-
over, I had to endure working in the rain and snow. I put up with irate
drivers and condescending clients on a daily basis. What is the allure?
How does this job, which sounds downright awful when described this
way, result in an internationally attended, all-night race/party through