I know, I could have hailed a cab or Uber, or called a friend for a ride. But it seemed simpler to take the train, especially since it took me almost to the entrance of where I needed to be.
It had been at least eight months since I'd been on the subway. I know that because I hadn't been on a train, or a bus, since at least a month before everything shut down and I started working from home. Now that I think of it, I think my last subway trip, before yesterday, was in January, when I picked up a pair of wheels. I've carried wheels on my bike before, but it's easier to take a train or bus.
I never imagined that while living in New York, I'd go for so long without using mass transit. But we had a mild, dry winter before the pandemic struck, so I managed to ride to work every day.
It was almost surreal to be on the N train at the tail end of the morning rush hour and see empty seats everywhere. And the MTA isn't even restricting the number of riders who can enter or blocking off seats: There are just fewer people riding.
Still, I'd rather be on my bike. I hope the more-optimistic prediction I got from the orthopedic doctor comes true!
