noglider 

Last night, I took the subway to the bike coop since the weather was nasty. Riding would have been unpleasant and dangerous. Going home, the subways were terrible. The city is doing major work on the L line, so service is spotty at night. First, a train that terminated before Manhattan came and went, and maybe I should have gotten on it. Then a work train passed. Then they announced that the work train was stalled in the tunnel. Jeez, what went wrong, and how long does it take to fix that? Then two more work trains passed. Were they hoping to fix the stalled one? I imagined a pile-up of disasters. But eventually my train came, nearly an hour after I got to the station! And the platform had a cold breeze going across it. And there was the smell of poop. I'm not kidding. It was a long journey. In a way, I regretted not riding Citi Bike back home, but if I had done that, I would not have known what was happening on the subways, and either way, I would regret my choice. Life in New York City is always an adventure. I love/hate this place.