Hell's Grinding

By this time, East Villagers are all aware of Grinding Existing Asphaltic Concrete Wearing Course Project HW2CR16B, which is just a fancy-shmancy way of saying the asphalt is being removed and the substrate prepared for new asphalt!

Here is a picture of the sign that went up back in August:

Community Advisory Notice.

Everyone has been affected — even the Hell's Angels, on East 3rd Street!

Hell's Angels affected.

Neither heat nor rain nor grinding existing asphaltic concrete will keep the Hell's Angels from reserving parking spaces in front of their club house with orange cones!

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The Neighbor's Bench

Back in August, I wrote about this bench, the Hell's Angel's bench, on East 3rd Street:

Not for hotel guests.

Today, I passed by again, and this time I noticed this sign, on the building next door:

Close-up:

Presumably, this is the hotel!

Just now, I was looking for a photo of a scary-looking Hell's Angel, so I could say he delivered the message to the hotel, and I came across a blog post from 2007, where the author said he was advised by neighbors against taking photos of the Hell's Angel's building. (He always seemed timid to me.) Why even ask? You could have the picture taken in less time than it takes to form the question! I've taken many photos of their building, their motorcycles, even their bench! Maybe I was just lucky — each time.

{{{Scary}}} East Village!

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Hell's Angels Bench

The other day, I mentioned that I was going to sit on the Hell's Angels's bench to change the battery in my camera. I neglected to mention that someone was already sitting there. I was surprised to see this, since I knew they didn't allow people to sit on their bench:

When I passed her, I saw she was wearing a Harley Davidson t-shirt, so she probably had permission. Meaning, she was with the crew.

This is what their headquarters looks like, in case you ever pass by and want to sit down and somehow don't notice the sign:

Of course, this is what it looks like from across the street. If (drunken angel) you're on the other side, you're not likely to even see the bench, let alone cross over to sit down. This is what it looks like when you're on their side of the street, walking eastward:

That's all.

Old Flat Top

There is an RV that I see around the East Village from time to time, with the name Old Flat Top painted on the front. I guess it's so people can say, when they see it coming, "Here come Old Flat Top!"

It was parked on East 3rd Street today and the door was open. I went to take a picture, but my camera battery was dead. I headed back to the bench in front of the Hell's Angels headquarters, to sit down and change the battery, but the stoop of a building was closer, so I sat there instead. I changed the battery and then took this picture:

Maybe the dog's name is Old Flat Top. He does have joo-joo eyeball!