When you take the subway in New York, you occasionally wind up having conversations with your fellow passengers about cougar attacks, their recent court appearances related to their unleashed dog, and directions for navigating the world after resurfacing. But when you’re navigating through the Burroughs on bike or foot, you

New York City is full of surprises, and some of them aren’t pleasant. Like on my first trip here when I was fourteen. I spaced out while I was walking on the sidewalk with my school group, and I got hit square in the nipple with a cart loaded up