I remember in '37 when trolley cars were so big in New York. It was five cents for a ride... There used to be open-air buses, and you could go up a spiral staircase and sit up on top. Those were great, great days.
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Growing up in New York City, my car culture is minimal. I rode on the train, the bus. I walked; I rode my bike, and when I was younger, I rode my skateboard.
Or in the early days we didn't have the bus, we had a station wagon.
My main form of transportation at that time was a bicycle, because bicycles could move though the crowd.
From my first days in Washington D.C., where I rolled a whole four downtown blocks without seeing a single shop, cafe, bar or restaurant I could not access, to the beautifully accessible buses in New York City, I was in heaven.
I grew up in Wandsworth and was constantly on public transport, as there wasn't much going on around there.
I can remember when anything further downtown New York than Canal Street was risky and the whole area still looked like a '70s cop movie location; when the original loft-owners were more dash-than-cash, artistic types.
The first trip I remember taking was on the train from Virginia up to New York City, watching the summertime countryside rolling past the window. They used white linen tablecloths in the dining car in those days, and real silver. I love trains to this day. Maybe that was the beginning of my fixation with leisurely modes of travel.
When I came to America, there was a lot of decadence in New York in the early '70s because the city was bankrupt and you could do whatever you want!
The thing I remember about New York was how little I felt. I arrived with one small bag and $15.
For most of the nineteen-seventies, the official route map of the New York City subway system was a beautiful thing.
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