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Originally Posted by herr_oberst
Dude looks so calm. Riding messenger on a no-brake fixie in NYC. You better be calm; better know exactly where you are every single second.
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I worked as a bicycle messenger for about 18 months when I first got out of the army.
Really long story but mainly because I was desperate for work and I wanting a no brainer job at the time (because of my experiences in the army). Rewarding but also physically demanding. You also had to be OK with being dirty. You soon found out who the grifters and sleazebags were. Crashes, scrapes and falls were normal. You'd often hear the call come out over the raid about so & so getting hit by a car. If you were close you'd get there ASAP to help. If you were late with a package the customers would often treat you like schiit & some of them looked down on us. No regrets though. I'd do it again because you could earn decent money.
A certainly different way to make a living but my little city would have been a cake walk compared to somewhere like NYC.