I chose the bike, not because I know nothing of fear, but because I can't stand the subway or the feeling of lining the pockets of any mass transit agency. Those same feelings landed me in hot water once when I started fare evading on the London Underground many moons ago and got caught one morning after a hellish commute at Tottenham Court Road by a plain clothes Detective. Fair cop Guv. But up to that point I had saved somewhere in the region of seven million pounds. The Underground was never cheap. So NYC, stop complaining about a $103 unlimited monthly metrocard, you know nothing of a poorly ran, schedule defying, and inexplicably expensive transit system!
The ride in was a lot of fun, some parts were impassable and had to walked, twice was I pitched over the bars (I landed on my feet though - phew) and several billion calories were no doubt burnt. The other wonderful thing about commuting in on a day like today is the roads were a lot emptier, I had the bridge almost completely to myself and I got to see parts of the storm untouched by anyone, and there is nothing like the sight of untouched snow.
|deep enough for you?|
|The top deck had been relatively treated, but mostly not. The view and the emptiness made up for this.|
|Just relax, pedal slowly and smoothly, and you'll be fine.|
|I want one of these.|
|Prince St. Soho, January 27 2011|
|Prince Street and 6th, close to work. Almost there!|