Would you buy a used vehicle from someone in New York City? What comes to mind? A slick seller with the vehicle gussied up to look good? After all, this is a city with roads known for destroying the suspension on Humvees, and potholes rumored to swallow compact cars whole. The cars are often recovered by fishermen in the Long Island Sound. The Humvees go on to the global military theater where it is less demanding. But I digress. It stands to reason then that any vehicle for sale in such an environment would have been thrashed within an inch of its life, and would generally be a treasure chest of hidden disasters. And then there are the people. I mean, how could you trust anyone who has successfully survived in such an environment? Well, as a former resident of one of the five boroughs, and a fan of New York City, I'm here to dispel some myths. The people are good, and there are good deals to be had. The roads and traffic, however, are crap. Always have been.
The last time I bought a vehicle from New York, it was a BMW 2002 on Long Island and I tow roped it back to Pennsylvania at night after it died somewhere in Nassau County. Ahhhh, the good old days. This time it was a BMW motorcycle, and it was located right in the city. Pictures, description, and conversations with the seller, all indicated that this was a genuinely solid and well cared for machine. The location just seemed inconsistent with that. Who buys a BMW GS, to keep in NYC? The seller, that's who. Anyway, I am getting ahead of myself.
Due to a complex set of circumstances, I needed to get to the motorcycles location with a trailer. This involves bridges and tunnels which have generally been a complex maze to navigate since 9/11. The only safe that into the city is the George Washington Bridge and the Cross Bronx Expressway. That particular combination has been covered in this blog before (see 7 Miles of Misery). The only thing that could make that journey worse would be to then have to find your way via the Triborough Bridge and the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway into Queens. Calling these roads Expressways is some kind of extreme oxymoron. If there were any doubts about really wanting this motorcycle, the journey to get it would be a formidable test. As traffic slowed to a crawl approaching the GWB, I resolved to defeat my opponent.