Walking down 125th Street in Harlem yesterday and saw this fire truck parked at the light:
At first I assumed that putting University of Tennessee "T"'s on fire trucks was part of a neighborhood beautification effort. In fact, it's the "Freedom Engine," donated to New York City in a fund-raising campaign by East Tennesseans after 9/11. While it's had some ups and downs (New York is notoriously tough on its equipment) rest assured it's up and running, and doing its job in Manhattan.
God bless the comedy geniuses at the FakeMTA. They've developed these brackets for all New York City subway riders. There's no doubt the Thieves/Gropers are going to overpower the Subway Agents in the first round of the MTA Ineptitude Region, but I have the Stinky Beggar edging out the Sick Passenger in the final.
If there's a skillset that's necessary to drive in New York City, it's the ability to parallel park. Sadly, it's a skill that most Southerners -- softened by decades of Wal-Mart parking lots -- don't have.
I've previously documented the insanity of Alternate Street Parking. But being able to twist your giant SUV into a small space while dozens of cabs are lined up behind you impatiently honking their horns is a true gift. A large percentage of New Yorkers own Mini Coopers and Smartcars to take advantage of those tiny spaces that grown-up cars can't squeeze into.
The Missus has quickly mastered this ninja parking skill, and is now the designated parker on those occasions when we need to bring her mother's car into to city. Want proof? Here's her most recent parking job. Here's how far she was from the car in front of her:
And here's how far she ended up from the car behind her:
And here's the overall view showing the size of the car and the amount of space she was able to back into:
Again, both the car in front of her and behind her were already in place! So how did she manage to back in and back-and-forth herself into this spot with such a tiny margin for error? Either she's very good ... or I married a magician.