The Count of Crashes doesn’t bury the lede.

Every week, we document the toll of traffic violence in New York City. The system fails. People die. And the world moves on.

This is not a crime blotter. It is not a dashboard of numbers. It is a record of what happens when policy meets pavement.

We do not cover individual crashes. We cover the slow-motion catastrophe unfolding every day on our streets.

If a plane crashed in Times Square every month, we’d shut the skies down. But cars kill more than planes ever will, and we let it happen.

The Count of Crashes is aided by a system that never tires, tracking the relentless toll with data and an unflinching voice. It is relentless. It is unsparing. It is, sometimes, hopeful.

It does not look away. Neither should you.