A Post-Hurricane Run On Gas

Two nights after Hurricane Sandy swept through, I was riding my bike down Nassau Street when I came upon a line of cars. Someone holding up traffic while waiting to turn left?

It turned out to be a line for gas, 12 cars long, with another line extending down Murray Place on the other side of the Gulf Station. Many stations in the area have gas, but no power to pump it, making Princeton's gasoline alley the place to be for far flung storm refugees.

There is at least some good fortune for locals in living in a small town where, despite the deprivations of the storm's aftermath, it is possible to stay off the gasoline treadmill for a few days, and get where one needs to go under one's own power.