As you might remember a few weeks ago I left my totally dependable Subaru Forester in the garage to spend one sunny day with the top down on my 12 years SLK230. Oops. Today Helaine and I headed to Manhattan to put an obscene repair bill on my credit card and drive home.
For the curious it was a crankshaft position sensor and some other related stuff. I plead ignorance. My guess is someone’s child has just had their college tuition paid by me.
Weatherwise it was the perfect day for a trip to New York City. The temperature was comfortably mild. The sky was deep blue.
Metro North is back up and running after Hurricane Irene. We hopped the train to Grand Central.
My car was repaired at a dealership on the far west side of Manhattan. On this day Helaine and I walked the 1.6 miles from GCT.
If you wanted to sell New York City as a destination today would have been the day to use for your pitch! The streets were full of people. Restaurants burst out onto the sidewalk. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood.
Of course I had “Clicky” with me to document the day including
- A bodega with a watchcat
- A TV actor on location yelling so scarily Helaine thought he was a real New York City screaming crazy person.
- The world’s strangest and probably most expensive satellite dish installation
- Manhattan street trees
The drive home was uneventful. Phew.