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On my way home from the Metropolitan Museum, I headed north through Harlem to get to the Triboro Bridge. Naturally, while trying to get to the FDR Drive and I was under a series of overpasses (where there is normally a large population of homeless and drunk men who like to “clean” your windshield with dirty water for tips) I hit what looked like a typical metal thing in the road, which turned out to be a ditch (see right) , and my tire was ruined. Hissssssssss went the air.
So I pulled over and we (my son) had to change the tire in this rather deserted area. I wasn’t quite sure of where I was at that point and not sure where the bridge was. While I had walked back to take a picture of the grate (complete with dead rat) a police car came by. I waved. They ignored me. Hey, I’m breaking the law! I have a camera and I am taking pictures under the overpasses! (see left) Jeez. I just wanted to ask directions.
Not long after, another police car came by, they slowed down to look at the people who obviously don’t live in the ‘hood with the hazard lights flashing, and we waved. They kept going. Good Lord, I just wanted to ask directions. The son had the tire changing part under control.
Did you ever notice that those donut tires in the spare tire compartment of you car look like they came from a Barbie Dream Car set? The spare was about 5″ shorter than the rest of the tires. We scrapped the idea of going to the Triboro Bridge, headed south and took the 59th Street Bridge instead.
Somehow I blondely managed to get on the lower part of the bridge, but on the outside of the part where all the other cars were, driving along a narrow ledge inches from death, with a teeny tiny tire I wasn’t used to hoping it wouldn’t explode. I said about 10 Hail Mary’s, I kid you not, as I drove really slowly making sure that I did NOT look to my right and notice how high we were and all the water below. I fought my peripheral vision. I fought looking through my rear view mirror to see the line of cars behind me -exasperated people who wanted to take advantage of one of the few days where there was no traffic. I would have told my passengers to unhook their seatbelts just in case, but I couldn’t get the words out.
The donut tire worked ok. Gotta go to Goodyear this afternoon and get a new tire.
(crossposted at Blonde Sense)
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