Having lived in Northern Brooklyn for the better part of 3 years and having been employed full time in Manhattan for the better part of those, the L train and I are very well acquainted. Recently, my 70 year old father came to visit me in New York, after not venturing much further than the local grocery store since the late 80’s, let alone to Manhattan. When I asked him if he knew which train line was closest to the hotel where he was staying, he was aghast.
“The subway train?!” He asked incredulously.
“The subway train is for the Poors and the Low Classes!” He exclaimed brusquely. “It’s not safe!”
“I ride the subway almost every day, Dad. It’s not that bad.” I assured him, all the while musing to myself that though his summation of publicly transported peoples was supremely imperious, I could easily catalog a few of the other types you’ll find on the train. Classic passengers such as the Vagrants, the Lunatics, the Pick Pockets, the Crowded Car Molestors, the Platform Defecators, the Kids Selling Peanut M&Ms, the Mariachis, the Magicians, the American Idol Rejects, the Anti-Hygeinists, and the “Homeless” Guy Panhandling With a Tattered Dunkin Donuts Cup, Though Apparently Wearing a Pair of Diamond Encrusted Nike Dunks. I urge anyone considering a move to New York who like myself, is incapable of cycling (bike and motor alike), to look into purchasing a used Rascal scooter.