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Halt Evictions in New York State During Covid-19

March 13, 2020 by admin

New York can and should press pause on all eviction proceedings until Governor Cuomo’s Covid-19 state of emergency is lifted. It is unjust and counterproductive to make anyone defend themselves against the threat of homelessness due to a public health crisis that is outside of their control. In the longer term, the legislature should pass State Senators Brad Hoylman’s and Brian Kavanagh’s bill that would automatically stay all eviction proceedings during future emergency declarations.

People who face eviction are often the most vulnerable to the very threats that Covid-19 poses. Go to Bronx Housing Court, where I have direct experience, on any day of the week and you will see people who are elderly, disabled, or infirm huddled in and around the courtrooms waiting for their case numbers to be called. These are precisely the groups that Governor Cuomo’s State of Emergency is meant to help protect.

Many tenants end up in housing court due to a short term drop in their income; for example, a tenant’s child gets sick so the tenant has to take unpaid time off of driving for Uber to care for his kid and falls behind on rent. The lack of paid sick leave for contractors in the gig-economy is an important contributor to evictions throughout the state. Add to this reality Mayor De Blasio’s recommendation that city residents avoid using the subway, which is many tenants’ only available mode of transportation to and from court, and you get a situation in which it is unreasonable to expect tenants to defend against and comply with eviction orders while the State of Emergency is in effect.

Pausing all eviction proceedings would have the added benefit of slowing the spread of Covid-19. New York Housing Court is a petrie dish in which the disease can spread. The environment breeds stress and, as mentioned, brings many immunocompromised people into contact with tenant lawyers, landlord lawyers, judges, other tenants, and officers of the court. Because workers in America do not have guaranteed child care or health care, when a tenant’s child gets sick the tenant is often forced to bring their untreated kid with them to court. This could lead to a nightmare scenario in which everyone involved in New York’s courts is exposed to the virus and vulnerable tenants, lawyers, judges, and officers die as a result.

One group that is able to avoid exposure in housing court is the very group responsible for bringing the eviction actions in the first place: landlords. Because landlords often hide behind corporate entities, those who are represented by lawyers almost never show up to housing court. Expecting tenants who are struggling with Covid-19 and unemployment to defend themselves against evictions in court while their landlords can stay at home is unfair.

Some small landlords are likely to struggle financially during this outbreak too. This is not a reason to process evictions during the State of Emergency. A just policy would instead be for the legislature to set aside emergency rent assistance for tenants whose livelihoods have been impacted by the spread of Covid-19 while the State pauses eviction proceedings. The state could go further and halt all mortgage payments, the way Italy did, which would ease pressure on smalltime landlords and their tenants.

New York City already has a self-professed homelessness crisis. The State should stay eviction proceedings until the State of Emergency is lifted so that the Covid-19 crisis doesn’t make it worse.

Burying the BQE Won’t Hide Its Problems

March 8, 2020 by admin

New York City Council Speaker Corey Johnson’s proposal to bury the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway would solve the BQE eyesore at the expense of deepening car culture’s stranglehold on New York City. Replacing the BQE with parks, freight and passenger trains is a more sensible approach.

The New York Times reported that a new study backed by Council Speaker Corey Johnson recommends replacing the BQE with a car tunnel. Some of the article’s sources wonder how NYC will pay for this $11B project. The answer sits in the bumper-to-bumper traffic all around us. The BQE’s drivers should pay to modernize it — if New York won’t give free rides on the subway then neither can it afford to on the BQE. A more apt question than how we will pay for BQE maintenance is: why replace the BQE at all?

The BQE, whether it’s above or underground, adds massive unfunded healthcare and quality of life expenses that likely dwarf the estimated $11B project cost. Removing cars from the BQE would avoid thousands of future BQE-caused premature deaths from pollution, traffic violence, and childhood asthma. Replacing the BQE with mass transit would restitch the neighborhoods that the BQE ripped apart and give Brooklyn a multi-generational economic boost that an underground freeway can’t deliver.

No immutable law forces us to rebuild car right-of-ways where a dilapidated ill-conceived Robert Moses totem stands. City after city has removed freeways like the BQE without causing spikes in traffic elsewhere. We could shut down the BQE to cars and lay tracks for a Brooklyn-Queens electric rail that would actually serve the pedestrian supermajority of NYC. Combining electric rail with the parks proposed in Comptroller Scott Stringer’s plan would put NYC on the vanguard of waterfront urban development. Would this be expensive? Absolutely. It would not, however, cost as much as it does to give free waterfront NYC real estate to single-occupancy vehicles. Asking permission from the driving minority to reclaim the city’s roads benefits no one and leaves us playing catch-up with the developed world.

Opponents of transit-oriented development claim that trucks need to be able to deliver goods. But developed cities require most large trucks to leave their cargo at the edge of the city center where smaller, more efficient delivery bicycles, trains, and EVs can then pick up and distribute cargo. Any plan for the BQE teardown should build on the growth of NYC bicycle and electric delivery and contemplate a new era of clean, last-leg delivery in NYC. A tunnel would entrench a system in which oversized diesel trucks are prioritized and sacrosanct. The $11B slated for this project could go a long way towards an intra-city freight train network to replace the less efficient BQE.

Transit-first proposals reduce traffic for drivers and increase the quality of life for the rest of us. Council Speaker Johnson should dream bigger than his current proposal and support a car-free BQE filled with electric trains, not car lanes.

Constanta to Brasov

October 28, 2019 by admin

The train from Constanta to Brasov was sweltering, I stunk, and the woman next to me was understandably annoyed when a couple of passengers and I talked for most of the five-hour journey to Brasov.

The train was not bike-friendly, to put it nicely, but the conductor didn’t give me a hard time about leaving the Green Machine in between cars so, in the words of MC Hammer, it’s all good.

Once in Brasov, Liviu (who recently I learned is my great uncle thrice removed), met me on the platform. We jammed my bike into the trunk of Liviu’s trusty Dacia, Romania’s national car, and zip-tied it shut.

Liviu reached out to my grandfather, Victor, about five years ago after conducting a search of all the Tulbure’s in northern California. Perhaps unsurprisingly, my grandpa was the only one who fit the bill, so Liviu emailed him. Since then, Liviu has opened his home to host my grandpa (who flew to Romania for the first time in his life at 81 years old) and my parents too.

After a five-minute car ride from the station, we arrived at Liviu’s apartment. His wife, Coca, greeted me with sarmale (perhaps the greatest all-around dish in the world), pickled cabbage or grape leaves filled with grains and often meats.

Liviu and I proceeded to “Get to work” on at least four shots of 110 proof homemade tuica chased with beer.

A couple drinks in and Liviu and I were off and running, but we still “Had work to do,” according to him, so I soldiered on. Coca’s food was delicious. I was thrilled to see that she’d prepared some mamaliga to go along with the sarmale. All the better to sop up that tuica.

Eventually, we called it a night and Liviu and Coca’s daughter, my cousin, Cristina, picked me up and took me to her nearby apartment where there was an extra room.

I felt immediately that I was with family.

Baneasa to Constanta

October 26, 2019 by admin

I ended up writing this post two days after completing my trip.

The day I finished I was so high on happy emotion that sitting down to scribble in my journal seemed as impossible as setting off back towards Saint Nazaire, France did.

I walked into the Black Sea alone. No friends or family cheering, no one else around with any reason to care that I’d reached my destination. Just me. And it felt really really good. So good in fact, that after I’d cooled off in the water, I hurried up to the bar on a seaside cliff and promptly ordered two large beers to mark the occasion.

As expected, the last day of riding was absolutely vicious—ceaseless climbs and horrendous headwinds. For 10km, there was an actual windfarm with crushing crosswinds. I faced bad traffic for the last 20km and riding and merging onto an actual four-lane freeway about 10km out from Constanta, but holy shit did it feel good to ride to the finish! Aside from my ride through the wind farm, I had a smile on the whole ride.

It was only fitting that I crossed paths with the Green Riders one last time. They encouraged me to finish the ride with them but I put some distance between us over the next set of climbs instead. I wanted to finish this trip alone.

As I rode into Constanta and saw the Black Sea break onto the horizon I couldn’t help but laugh out loud like a spastic.

All the effort, uncertainty, fun, and everything else that I’ve experienced on the trip all brought me to this place: The Black Sea, Constanta, places on a map that I’ve been mouthing a few times a day for the past few months whenever someone would ask me my destination.

The Atlantic Ocean
The Black Sea!

There was no anticlimax for me. Reaching the Black Sea felt even better than I expected it to.

After spending about 15 minutes trying to find my way down to the water with The Green Machine, I finally said, “Screw it,” and just left my bike up on the road then hurried down to wade into the water. What a feeling. To have done it. To have ridden my bike across Europe. I felt (and still feel) a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

I was beaming. But no rest for the excited. I had a train to catch from Constanta to Brasov in Transylvania. So I hopped back onto The Green Machine in search of the train station. I bought a ticket for the next train out and met yet another French couple who’d just completed their ride from Budapest.

We commiserated over the traffic. They could tell I was overjoyed. Then I was off for some, you guessed it, pastries before the train.

Tutrakan to Baneasa

October 25, 2019 by admin

Today I was back onto the busy 21 Freeway. I couldn’t take the alternate route suggested by the map because the dirt roads are unpassable after yesterday’s storm. I’ve got to be careful. No more crashes.

Today was one hilluva ride. Huge hills on the Bulgarian freeway. This sucked because slowly creeping up a hill as cars fly past you feels way worse than cooking along at 20km under the same conditions. But once I crossed back into Romania for the final time the roads get a lot less scary. I can’t say the same for the hills. But to be honest, at this point in the ride the challenging hills feel good.

The final border crossing was at Silistra, Romania. The maps mentioned poor road quality from there onwards but all the cobblestone roads have been paved since my maps’ publishing, apparently.

I do not recommend stopping in Baneasa. There is nothing there. I found a weird but nevertheless well-appointed hotel where I stopped for the night.

Pretty soon after paying for my room found that the water heater was broken. I went out to look for someone to fix it but the building was empty save for me. The front door was locked from the outside too so I was trapped. By some dumb stroke of luck, two young women studying local mosquitoes—I kid you not—walked up to the front door as I knocked on it from the inside. They opened it just as a hotel employee came speeding into the parking lot to check on the water heater.

As I passed the 100km to Constanta marker, I let out a guttural joyous yell. Then a BMW quite literally almost killed me with an errant swerve out of his lane into mine. A big fuck you to each and every asshole driver, most of whom drive BMWs and Mercedes. That’s a fact. An anecdotal fact. Square that circle.

Tonight it’s Resevoir Dogs, a block of cheese and stale bread for dinner from the only store within 5 km.

Tomorrow it’s Constanta and the Black Sea!

Ruse to Tutrakan

October 24, 2019 by admin

I wanted to make it to Silistra today but a big thunderstorm, um, dampened…my plans.

Light flooding on the 21 in Bulgaria, if that isn’t too much of oxymoron

Bulgaria’s 21 Freeway, which is what you take out of Bulgaria for the entire way over the next couple stages, is not suited for cyclists. In good conscience, I cannot suggest riding your bike on this portion of the trip. Today brought rain, wind, and semi-trucks the entire way. I stopped for lunch at a roadside restaurant during a particularly punishing downpour.

This gave me time to think about the wipeout I’d just experience. As I rode along the edge of the freeway, my front wheel caught the seem between the tarmac and the gravel and took me down. I was lucky that no cars or semi-trucks were nearby or I would have been roadkill.

At this point in the trip, I’m looking forward to the end. Not because I’m sick of riding or exploring, but because the constant shots of adrenaline on these heavily trafficked roads with discourteous drivers are exhausting.

Eventually, I exited the 21 and made a short climb to a room in Tutrakan. The town sits atop a steep hill overlooking the Danube. The modern planners of the city managed to ensure that almost none of the river is visible from the perch with one exception: the Kotbata Restaurant.

Old Soviet housing projects abound in Tutrakan.

Seeing the poverty and general quality of life in some of these Eastern European towns has made me thankful that my great grandparents left for the US when they did. I don’t mean that in any way as an insult. I just know that most of the opportunities that I’ve lucked into would not have been possible without their emigration. In fact, I wouldn’t even have been born. But I digress.

I found the river views I’d been looking for at Kotbata. There I ordered some stuffed mushrooms and a Bulgarian soup. The soup had yogurt, dill, cucumber, some oil, and was served cold. Delicious. Well under a dollar. Tangy, fresh, crunchy, and dilly. What’s not to like?

Every EV6 cyclist willing to risk their life on the 21 should eat at this restaurant for the views alone.

Turnu Magurele to Ruse, Bulgaria

October 23, 2019 by admin

Today’s route was much better than it had been the past few days. I rode for the first 30 kilometers with a French couple I met last night.

Francis, Nicole, and a burning heap of trash

After nearly calling it quits in Giurgiu, I rallied and decided to cross back into Bulgaria to explore Ruse for the rest of the day.

This was the right call. The bridge that crosses into Ruse did not have a shoulder and the pedestrian walkway was off-limits so it was a bit hairy. One lane was under construction on half of the bridge with predictable head-on traffic as a result.

Ruse is flush with Belle Époque architecture and pedestrian plazas that make it a lovely place to just sit around and people watch. I ordered a big Bulgarian savory pancake filled with beans, cheese, corn, and hot sauce, then sat and shared a meal with the mosquitos.

There was one hiccup on today’s ride, one of my rear panniers ripped going over train tracks. The screw holding the clip system in place on the bag stripped out. I jury-rigged it with a bungee cord to secure it in place. That’ll have to do until I get home.

Today’s Miscellany

Bechet to Turnu Magurele

October 23, 2019 by admin

Today was all headwinds and 34C heat. For whatever reason, I have always associated wind with cold weather. Today disabused me of this belief. I intended to make it all the way to Zimincea but instead stopped for a rest in a park at around 1 pm in Turnu Magurele and never got going again.

So I booked a room at a spot called Rustic House. STAY HERE! This was one of the best stays so far. Rustic House is the home of a wonderful Romanian couple with an extra building where guests stay. It had AC and came with a delicious home-cooked meal for just a few euros more. I met a French couple there named Francis and Nicole.

The owner of Rustic House was an able mechanic and offered to take a look at anything wrong with my bike. He helped clean my chain and removed the sticks and stones that inevitably found their way into my cogs. A godsend.

They even helped me run a load of much-needed laundry

After a wonderful vegetarian dinner (pea and potato stew preceded by a flavorful soup) and lot’s of my own storebought cookies, I passed the hell out.

Dessert crepes just like my great-grandma used to make

Vdin to Bechet

October 22, 2019 by admin

I crossed into Romania today for a flatter ride. Calafat is opposite Vdin in Romania. To get there I crossed the New Europe Bridge, which has a bike-friendly path along its left side to get to Calafat. After a shitty but included breakfast at the Bononia Hotel and a stop for some groceries, I was off.

The currency exchange man on the New European Bridge took my 105eur in Bulgarian currency and returned the equivalent of 93eur in Romanian Lei. The attendant ensured me — with a big smile — that all is well because, you see, it is the bank’s fault and not his. The currency first had to be converted from Bulgarian currency into Serbian money, then back to Romanian Lei and in the process, there was some….leakage. After this 21st Century highway robbery, the Green Machine and I pushed on to passport control where the computer system was down.

After about 20 minutes things were up and running and I was off and riding onto the high way onramp! Climbing onto a highway is something I do not recommend, but I’m not sure if it could have been avoided. Along the left side of border control there might have been a route that skipped this adventure, but I can’t be certain.

This was a dumb one to take, but I survived

I wasted half an hour in Calafat trying to exchange my last $12 worth of Serbian dinar, which I’d found in my handlebar after crossing the border. This was an object lesson in the time value of money, in a sense.

The rest of today’s ride was pretty brutal. It was mostly flat but with a discernable headwind, weather in the 30s, diesel traffic, and did I mention headwinds? I also noticed that my front cassette is warped and wobbling, which is pulling on my chain a bit. I’ll have to ignore that until I’m back home.

Otherwise, Romania has been a great place to ride. Town after town is identical with the same store that sells the same processed foods, with what looks like the same church and the same aging park without any kids playing. Of course there are differences and I’m sure what I’ve written would be offensive to any resident of these towns, but to the cyclist passing through at 15 to 20km per hour, these towns are all the same.

The hotel I found in Bechet charged 20eur for a room, but given the alternatives and the AC, I’d have paid a lot more. Plus, the dinner was a delicious mamaliga with sour cream and cheese, pickles, and beer. I recommend staying at this hotel for the food alone. Truly one of my favorite meals so far.

I’ve taken to singing aloud to myself on the parts of my rides where it would be dangerous to wear headphones. My current song, set to the melody of “If You’re Going to San Francisco”, goes like this, “If you’re going on the EuroVelo, be sure to wear sunscreen while you’re there” and so on with different suggestions and that “you’ll be sure to meet lovely people there.”

The hotter it gets, the more excited I am to done cycling. I am especially looking forward to meeting my relative Liviu and his family in Brasov, Romania. They’ve graciously agreed to host me at there place for a week or so once I reach the Black Sea.

Negotin to Vdin, Bulgaria

October 21, 2019 by admin

Today began with a true Serbian sendoff.

After getting some pastries, I crossed the square to enjoy my breakfast and order some coffee.

Why did I need coffee? Because despite getting to bed at 9:30 pm, I managed maybe 30 minutes of sleep thanks to a mosquito swarm.

I thought I wouldn’t have to contend with vampires until Romania.

Anyone who claims to be a pacifist hasn’t had to choose between sleep and mosquito genocide. I chose the latter and groggily but with a clear conscience awoke to find my own blood splattered on the hostel walls. A crimson spackle to which my victims (i.e. tormentors) were stuck. I left happy knowing that their larvae would die from bloodthirst. Good riddance.

With a well-deserved coffee in hand, I mentally prepared to leave Serbia. A friendly and drunk gentleman named Drageas took an interest and joined my table. Once Drageas learned that I’m American he renamed me Johnson and sarcastically suggested I affix the American flag to my bike. Anger at the NATO (read American) bombing of Serbia is palpable.

A smiling man came over to us and exchanged a few words with Drageas before heading off with some of Drageas’ cash. A few minutes later he brought Drageas a pack of cigarettes and kept the change. It was clear that Drageas and the other Serbian men didn’t respect this man or other Romas generally. There was a clear sense that was he was more a novelty and the butt of their tired jokes than he was their equal, to them.

After some convincing, I gave in and Drageas hurried inside to order me a beer too. After half a beer for me and two for Drageas, I paid the bill, bid adieu to my new friends, then rode toward Bragovo, a Bulgarian border town.

Once I’d crossed the border into Bulgaria and after some big climbs out of Negotin, I had one of these insane smiles on my face. I was happy to be alive and to be riding on this day in this place. That was until I got lost in Jesen. Whatever you do, don’t take the main route through there. Take the shortcut on the quiet road instead.

Today’s destination, Vdin, like seemingly every other Eastern European town I’ve visited is taring its town square up ostensibly to restore it. Despite the complete lack of sidewalks, the town is pretty with a water walk that lead’s to Vdin’s ancient fortress and walls. Vdin is home to Bulgaria’s second-largest synagogue too. It’s abandoned but well worth a visit. Apparently you can easily push past a hole cut in its fence to explore inside. I opted not to.

After a couple beers and some pullups near the water, I mosied back to the Bononia Hotel where I found a cheap and quintessentially Soviet room.