I must admit, I am 100% out of touch with gas prices. Living in New York and not owning a car or driving does that to you. Maybe if I was an investment banker or even remotely interested in the stock market I’d have a better idea? In my head, a gallon of gas should cost $2.50 because that’s what it cost the last time I drove, but I can remember gas costing $0.99 which makes $2 a little more of what I think it really ought to cost. In reality, it’s what, $4 a gallon? Clearly, this is like monopoly to me. It’s not real.
Unfortunately, for so many people I know, this is a very real, very upsetting part of every day life. As a product of the rise in the price of gas, several friends have posted about riding or buying bikes on Facebook, which I am more than supportive of. I love it! I want a bike so badly and I would get one if I wasn’t certain I’d be hit by a cab and die. Some day, when we leave New York I’ll get a bike. 1. Because I’ll want to go on bike rides with my children like my parents did with me. 2. Because it’s healthy. 3. Because, in my idealistic mind, I’ll ride it to work which will keep me healthy and save me gas money. (I’m aware there are also environmental benefits, but if I’m being completely honest, that’s not at the top of my priority list, money, not sitting in rush hour traffic, and health are.)
All these posts and comments from friends have made me start thinking about the kind of bike I’d like to get when I get one. Something in a fun color. A hybrid – not like a hybrid car, but a cross between a mountain bike and a road bike. I’m not going to be competitively racing, nor will I been in the woods. Something under $700 and over $300. I feel like this puts me in the not exorbitantly expensive but not poor quality area. Don’t misunderstand, however, this does not mean I won’t buy something on sale or discounted. I want a name I know and something that has good reviews. I will probably end up with a Trek, but who knows. Just in looking around for pictures for this post, I found many manufacturers are making “Town” bikes. I’ll definitely be researching more before buying, but here are a couple that caught my eye:
This January is the snowiest January on record in New York. In the last 24 hours, we have apparently gotten 19 inches of snow. The trek to work this morning was interesting. The subways are working fine, but the roads aren’t plowed at all and the sidewalks aren’t shoveled at all. You’d think we’d never had a snow storm before. However, unlike every other New Yorker, I get happy every time it snows and I never want it to stop. I also want to spend all day playing in it. It’s probably the fault of the girl who lived in Texas for 12 years.
The walk ahead from my apt to the subway.
The view back toward the city with an abandoned taxi in the middle of the road.
A pretty tree.
It’s a beautiful, snowy day here in New York. Big, fluffy flakes are falling and the city looks like a snow globe.
Snowing in Times Square.
Men in NY all wear the same thing with slight variations. Every day. Some days I wish I could have this simple wardrobe and have what I’m going to wear more or less predetermined for me. Other days, I’m so glad for the variation.
This morning walking through Times Square, I passed by a food cart where there were 6 guys in line, all wearing essentially the same outfit. By the time I got my phone out to snap a pic, one had paid and walked away and one had stepped in between me and 2 of them, so it looks like 3, but if you look hard, you can see the other 2. I found it amusing.
Guess where I happened to be Saturday night.
My parents were here for the first time to visit me since I’ve moved here. Long time coming, huh? We went to Times Square to take pictures with all the lights on. Instead we stumbled on crowds and blocked streets. We thought at the time it had something to do with Arizona’s new law and the protests that were planned for the weekend. Then we saw a stretcher and someone said they thought there’d been a car accident. We asked a cop who told us a transformer has blown – basically he regurgitated what happened outside of my office a couple weeks ago (the transformer that blew and caused a large fire underground on 52nd St.). It wasn’t until we got back to my apartment and the New York Times put out the story that it was a failed car bomb.
I have no idea.
I was recently on my way home from somewhere. This is close to my apt and I found it funny. On the side of the USPS Storage Box, someone had written DickChicken. Hehe.
They’re both white and soft! *Awesome!* According to Gothamist, the NYPD is apparently now calling Hipsters marshmallows. I couldn’t love the name more.