

A story in five parts.
Here it was, being thrown away at Jamaica Avenue and the Van Wyck. How could I resist?

I couldn't, of course. It's genetic.

(Photo courtesy Rudayday.)


(Photo courtesy Rudayday.)
Naturally, the G wasn't stopping at Queens Plaza that day because of construction, so we had to walk all the way down the platform and down the long transfer at Court Square to the G train:

The bumper got a lot more of a reaction on the G train than on the E, where everyone pretty much ignored it.
i love that the license plate is still on there - that is awesome.
i cried almost
Thank God and freedom for sites like this. What a f**king boring world it would be without folks like you. I've been an outcast;outsider all of my life (mostly by choice). I used to do urban adventuring in my teens and early twenties. Fortunately I followed the 11th commandment, "Don't Get Caught." Nice Work Here, glad it's still here after all this time.
HEY ILL GIVE YOU 5 BUCKS FOR THE PLATE...I COLLECT THEM...NEED A A-SERIES , WOULD BE A HELL OF A CONVERSATION PIECE HUA??
wahat