"That's a pretty way of looking at it," he managed to get out before the light turned green and they were rushing through traffic again. A couple blocks went by, a few more rows of townhouses. Around Central Park was where all the rich folk lived, in pre-war buildings and those made to look pre-war. But trash could get on the ground here just like anly other part of the City.

Underneath the Planetarium was a parking garage. That's where Bucky was heading— he was sure it'd wind up costing him an arm and a leg, and hell, maybe two arms and a leg, but he couldn't bear to just leave his bike out on the street where it might get rained on.