Mileage: 122 miles
Highway 95 to
The first time I saw
I pulled off into an old vacant lot and stared at the skyscrapers for at least 30 minutes. I was enthralled and couldn’t wait to get into the city.
When I did it was like sensory overload. There were cars flying around and people dodging them in cross walks and buildings that reached to the heavens.
It was love at first sight.
I have since made many visits back to the city and every time I go I find myself more enamored with it.
When I rode Libertad over the
Most are frightened by the city; the traffic, the mass of humanity, the pace at which it all moves. I find it addicting and never tire of it. If I could live there, I would and someday yet, I may.
For now, I am a tourist and I play the role with great zeal.
I ate at Rays Pizza in
I rode on the Staten Island Fairy and walked through
The three days I spent there were incredible and the locals couldn’t have been nicer. I have always thought New Yorkers were some of the friendliest people I have ever met.
That statement comes with a stipulation. New Yorkers are friendly as long as you pass the prejudging. They will size you up and if they determine you are acceptable, then will help you out however possible.
I have had more locals give me tips on best routes, best places to eat, best things to do. It is a town of eight million concierges.
One place I wanted to visit was the site of the fallen twin
towers. I have been there since September 11th, but always
need to go back and pay my respects.
The remaining piece of the World Trade Center
It has been nearly four years since the attacks and the area
is still solemn. The tourists treat the neighborhood like
Local government has put up displays describing the events of the disaster. There are viewing areas where the massive hole is visible.
Around the corner from the main site is Engine House 10. This
fire company was directly across the street from the disaster and was
when the towers collapsed.
The company also lost several members and there is a tribute right inside the firehouse.
The fireman leave the doors open so people can look inside
and see how they honored their fallen coworkers. A little further back
large board with patches from fire companies all over the
It makes me glad the site has not been forgotten. People who visit are respectful and I hope that never changes.