Wheels

Last Saturday, as every weekend when the weather invites one outdoors coatlessly, service on the 1 train ground to a cumbersome halt, due to "important track work", "station reparation", "improvements", or some other such rubrik. My alternative route, the A, had a fire at Fulton Street and was experiencing "delays of unknown length". While being thanked for my patience, I decided a cab was the only chance at punctuality - only to be foiled by traffic along the entire West Side Highway, and then again along Broadway as we tried to evade it. It cost me half and hour and $26; I could have walked to work almost as quickly, and for free.

Time for a bike!