Images of the Transit Strike


Traffic backed up in the canyons of the Financial District.


Rightly or wrongly, I tend to think of the winter as having cleaner air. But how much extra pollution is being pumped into the air during the strike?


A tough job in the cold. We’ll spend a lot of money in police overtime.


New York City knows how to do HOV. Most cities are lucky to have a weak HOV-2 lane in effect during rush hours. We have an HOV city, and it’s a four-person requirement.


Traffic on Canal Street. Actually, this looks sort of normal.


Gridlock under the Brooklyn Bridge.

A few images from 12:01 a.m. Friday

Pedicabs and the news media were prepared for the strike outside Grand Central Terminal as the contract deadline neared.


The scene inside the terminal was normal at the stroke of midnight.


A train pulled into Grand Central minutes after the deadline passed, its crew suddenly working without a contract.

Images I saw, but missed photographing: 1) A knucklehead driving a Hummer with nobody else but himself in the midst of a HOV-4 area. 2) A young woman sitting bundled up on her bike on packed, honking, freezing, pedestrian-choked Canal Street, warming herself with a bowl of steaming won-ton soup. 3) Swarms of cyclists walking their bikes toward the Brooklyn Bridge.

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3 Responses to Images of the Transit Strike

  1. peakguy says:

    I found your Hummer on 2nd Ave, with standard “Support the Troops” ribbon and American Flag. Nothing says patriotism like burning as many fossil fuels as possible.

  2. Anonymous says:

    I was one of the lucky ones who biked to work. I would like to share a number of observations: 1) on Thursday morning, a young police officer on Fifth Avenue kicking bicyclists out of the reserved lane near 54th Street but allowing a Volvo SUV park on Fifth with its blinkers on few feet away; 2) on Tuesday night, a lone motorist in a Porsche SUV with New Jersey plates driving up Madison Avenue and speeding by a traffic officer who wanted to stop and guide her to 57th Street; 3) on Tuesday and Thrsday morning, enjoying riding along the mysterious cones on Broadway between East 23rd Street all the way down to Reade Street.

  3. AD says:

    Those cones were weird, right? I think they got in the way more than helping anything. I walked to work in the Financial District, but biked from there to a meeting I had on the Upper West Side. The visual that sticks in my mind the most is the woman driving a single-occupancy Mercedes SUV, talking on the cell phone (illegal), running a red light (illegal), and then gesturing angrily and honking when someone in front of her wasn’t moving fast enough. Great.