Just dropped by for a quick beginning-of-the-day visit to the Self-Transcendence 3,100 Mile Race. Many of the runners cut the toes out of their shoes to relieve pressure, reduce friction, and let in some fresh air.
But this house has had a serious shave in the past year.
The owner of these horses said they live at the Bronx Equestrian Center, but he likes to bring them out here to Queens once a week just to hang out in the neighborhood.
Construction at the Locust Manor LIRR station. The coyotes will be pleased with the improved facilities, I'm sure. This station once served the adjacent Jamaica Racetrack, which closed in 1959 and was subsequently torn down and replaced by Rochdale Village.
It looks quite similar to the first one we saw just off of Kings Highway in Brooklyn. The horse trough hypothesis still seems like wishful thinking, and most of the streets in the northern part of Laurelton (including this one) were not built until after the age of horse travel, but it's worth noting that we're only two blocks from Springfield Boulevard, which is sufficiently old to have once had thirsty equines trotting its course.
than this guy! I count 19 eagles in Street View, although several of them have been decapitated.
This is a very linguistically innovative block. The next three businesses to the left are Rhea-listic Beauty Salon, Nick of Tyme Mail Depot, and Upgradez Nail Salon.
would be an ironic nickname for the dour gentleman holding the leash, who was very visibly not enjoying himself.
These old brick columns, and others like them found along the edges of Hollis Park Gardens, preserve the area's pre-numbering-system street names.
Could there be, in this entire world, a scent finer than that of Gorila Burp? To my nose, its only possible competition is the lustful fragrance of BIG BOOBS (partially obscured in the back row).
Just a couple of hours left before the end of Day 7 at the Self-Transcendence 3,100 Mile Race. As you can see, Atmavir is already approaching 500 miles!
