Car in the city
This city has many hells: the hell of the mother with twins on the subway, the hell of the recent grad with too many roomates on the far upper east, the hell of the smoker, the silence-seeker, the conservative.
To this, I add a new one from which I'd been shielded: the hell of the car-owning street-parker in the city.
With the introduction of a small german vehicle with a few loose connections into our lives last week (car-sitting Christian's), R and I have discovered a new way to fill evenings.
First ring: Monday night was 45 minutes circling the blocks of the upper west looking for a spot, with the unexpected urban wrinkle of a police blockade on 73rd: three trucks and untold attendant officers gathered to shine lights into, and beat down the doors of, a boarded up sliver of a townhouse.
"Squatters" the crowd murmured, as we passed a pair comforting one another, "in this neighborhood".
The car stalled, we went to dinner (upside of the city) - returning an hour later to continue the circling.
Ring 2 of Car in the city: last night, just over Williamsburg bridge in the conspicuous little import, police pulled up and, over the course of a protracted interchange, issue R 2 tickets.
It took us 1-1/2 hours to reach home (where we still had to roam for parking).
Car in the city? Not bloody likely.
C
To this, I add a new one from which I'd been shielded: the hell of the car-owning street-parker in the city.
With the introduction of a small german vehicle with a few loose connections into our lives last week (car-sitting Christian's), R and I have discovered a new way to fill evenings.
First ring: Monday night was 45 minutes circling the blocks of the upper west looking for a spot, with the unexpected urban wrinkle of a police blockade on 73rd: three trucks and untold attendant officers gathered to shine lights into, and beat down the doors of, a boarded up sliver of a townhouse.
"Squatters" the crowd murmured, as we passed a pair comforting one another, "in this neighborhood".
The car stalled, we went to dinner (upside of the city) - returning an hour later to continue the circling.
Ring 2 of Car in the city: last night, just over Williamsburg bridge in the conspicuous little import, police pulled up and, over the course of a protracted interchange, issue R 2 tickets.
It took us 1-1/2 hours to reach home (where we still had to roam for parking).
Car in the city? Not bloody likely.
C
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