"The only way to do great work is to love what you do" (stolen from a Colin Smith comment)
I live in NYC, too, and you're right - a lot of pedestrians do not look where they're going.BUT a lot of bicyclists here run red lights, zoom down crowded sidewalks, and cycle at night dressed in black, without bike lights. Here in the East Village delivery guys are probably the worst offenders, but it's not just them. Anyway, I like the Shark vehicle!
Love it! And cute dog. Bichon? Hard to see through the windshield....
Great plates! I would so let the dog drive- he looks like a natural.
A Bichon and a Jeep. It just doesn't get any better than that.
Damned straight! If they want to commit suicide by NYC traffic there's no need to take you with them. Much safer. Yep.Love the jeep and the co-pilot both. ;)
Love the plate.
VAROOOM!!! Show those NY pedestrians who's boss. But then again, you know what they say about New York Drivers... lol
What, no teeth decals on the nose?
Sweet. Looks like an early 90s YJ. Stick?
SHARK 5??Does this mean you have four other Sharkmobiles at home, each more Sharkmobily meanicing than the last?-- Tom
I'll have to warn one of my former professors. His license plate is (or was) Dr Goose. I'd hate for the sharkmobile to find him. LOL!
Oooooh...does it still have that lovely new car smell?I don't have a problem with pedestrians down here--most of them are well behaved and the town (unlike most places in TX) is foot-friendly, so they have their places to go and I have mine. Cars, on the other hand...every time I bike to work, which is all the time (bike to work vs. scheduling an extra twenty minutes a day exercise that should have been for writing...hum, I think I'll bike) I realize that TX drivers keep point cards for pedestrians and bicyclists, and that most of the guys around here are going for the high score. :(
There's a line I love in a play about Barrymore. It goes something like "...He died in what's called a natural death in New York. He was hit by a cab." Sounds like the pedestrians haven't changed over the decades.
And here is the divine Ms. Reid on the way to work . . . http://helablog.com/2011/08/shark-swimming-on-main-road-in-puerto-rico-after-hurricane-irene/
How did my dog get behind the wheel of that Jeep! I'm copying this one and swiping it.
Haha! My husband was born and raised in Midtown Manhattan. I was born and raised in the Midwest. When we were still dating he DROVE to pick me up at the airport, which meant he had to DRIVE us back into the city. This was not a pleasant experience for either of us. Did I mention he never learned to drive until he left for grad school in the Midwest at the age of 43? So let's just say he did not have experience driving in NYC traffic, and I did not have experience riding in NYC traffic. What an adventure.Once we were parked in the $50,000/month parking garage (You guys really pay to park at your own homes???) I envisioned a much more pleasant remainder of my trip(i.e. Not fearing my life would end in mangled metal and exploding flames!)since we would be on foot/in taxi/on subway. And then I was engulfed by crazy mobs of NYC pedestrians who must not know what those colorful changing lights mean at intersections. God forbid you actually are in someone's way as they are elbowing their way into the intersection during a red light.There is some sort of insane battle between the pedestrians and the drivers of anything on wheels. I have noticed more than one bicycle and more than one thousand cars accelerating through red lights, narrowly missing toes, strollers, and small fuzzies on leashes!Next time I am there I will be especially watchful for a white jeep. Thanks for your warning sign there on the front. p.s. That is a seriously sweet accessory in the front seat.
Drat, somebody already recommended the teeth, although I was actually going to recommend BLOODY teeth. :)
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