Bob was riding on Second Avenue at 59th
Street at around 11 p.m. on August 26th when the driver of a white truck hauling a flatbed trailer ran him over and did not stop. Police never found the truck or driver.
He died of his injuries on August 30th.
According to DNA Info
Bowen, 45, an accomplished jazz musician and music teacher at Hofstra University, was riding his bicycle at Second Avenue and East 59th
Street on Aug. 26 when the truck hit him and then fled the scene. He
died from his injuries on Aug. 30. Police said they are still hunting
for the truck's driver.
47, Bowen's wife and the mother of their two children, Stella, 8, and
Bobby, 10, is angry that the man who killed her husband has not yet been
"It's absolutely hideous to think that the person is still at large," Lemmon told DNAinfo.
Miller, 48 played gigs around the city with Bowen for more than five
years. He called his friend "just a really sweet-natured guy" and said
that bike riding in the city is a dangerous sport.
"It's pretty harrowing when I have to go crosstown," he said. "They really need protected bike lanes on every major street."
Bob Dee, 49, a musician and friend of Bowen's who lives in Washington Heights, agreed.
just got to be tough to ride in the streets of New York," Dee said,
adding, "Bob came to rehearsals last year with his helmet on and
[electric] base strapped to his back."
Dee played gigs around the city with Bowen for 10 years. He said they bonded because they both have special needs children.
“I have a disabled child and his daughter has Down syndrome and we used to talk a lot about their care,” said Dee.
“Bob was very involved as a parent,” said Lemmon. “He was somebody I leaned on for emotional support.”
Bowen's colleagues and friends have set up a PayPal account so people can donate money for his children.
Amy Lemmon wrote on her blog:
I cannot imagine anything sadder or harder to grasp. Bob Bowen, my
soulmate, friend, and coparent was severely injured in a brutal
hit-and-run incident while riding his bicycle in Manhattan on Thursday,
August 26. Despite exceptional care at New York Presbyterian's Trauma
Center, we lost him Monday night, August 30, just before midnight.
There are no words. Just none.