Yorkville, NYCI like stumbling on numbers in out-of-the-way places, and this motorcycle repair shop was so far out of the way from the main drag I nearly fell in the East River. I was grateful that my suspicious behavior (believe me, there is nothing remotely normal about a lone figure standing in front of a motorcycle repair shop, pointing a camera at a door and taking meticulously positioned shots in sub-zero temperatures) didn't end up with me actually floating in the East River. Plus there's something irresistible about hand-painted numbers over a shop door where daily operations rely on manual labor and attention to detail.
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it's great "seeing" you every day!
cheers from chilly chicago
A cameo from the Smiling Pickle always brightens my day. And tomorrow's number will feature another familiar friendly icon... Wait for it... Wait for it...
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