Long Island City Lincoln Graveyard

After 5 hours of flying I was looking forward to getting to my hotel. ARM of course had decided that a hotel on Manhattan was too expensive and had put me on Long Island instead. I thought I would try public transport as a way to get to the hotel which turned out to be quite entertaining. The folks at Jamaica Station which now connects to JFK were really helpful giving me detailed directions and almost seeing me onto the train. I felt good about my decision until I got off the train... This wasn't some suburb of Tokyo. This was the place where you went if you couldn't afford Manhattan and it showed. I wandered around for bit with my pocket GPS and concluded that I really didn't want to use it, since it seemed to keep changing its route options. I think these units are great in cars but their algorithms rely on some kind of forward motion that is faster than being on foot.

I passed a Taxi garage and decided to loop back and ask them to take me to the hotel which they did. The hotel was isolated. Not isolated in the sense of being away from other buildings you understand. There were plenty of other buildings, but they all had bars on the windows and there was no one around. I looked about and found that I was in some kind of Lincoln Towncar graveyard. This was were all the old limos went to die and when they did their automotive Organ Donor Cards kicked in and they were stripped of their dignity and their pistons to keep other lincoln's on the road.