Gas Stations – An Urban (In)Convenience
One of my few urban living pet peeves is a seeming lack of conveniently located service stations.
In the burbs there's practically a place to fuel up on every corner, which makes it easy to swing by on the way to or from work when the dreaded empty indicator comes on. Downtown, swinging by the gas station often involves having to know precisely where it is ahead of time, negotiating a series of one-way streets to find it, then negotiating another set of one-way streets to get back to the direction towards which you were driving in the first place.
After almost two full years as an urbanite, I finally found a service station that's perfectly located! It's on my way to work, involves no squiggly detours through city streets and is two traffic lights from an on-ramp to the 417.
No longer do I need to panic at the sight of the dreaded orange miniature gas tank on my console. Hurray for that!
In the burbs there's practically a place to fuel up on every corner, which makes it easy to swing by on the way to or from work when the dreaded empty indicator comes on. Downtown, swinging by the gas station often involves having to know precisely where it is ahead of time, negotiating a series of one-way streets to find it, then negotiating another set of one-way streets to get back to the direction towards which you were driving in the first place.
After almost two full years as an urbanite, I finally found a service station that's perfectly located! It's on my way to work, involves no squiggly detours through city streets and is two traffic lights from an on-ramp to the 417.
No longer do I need to panic at the sight of the dreaded orange miniature gas tank on my console. Hurray for that!
Labels: Urban living
posted by Steph at 9:32 p.m.
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