In the meanwhile, I'm tapping resources where possible, and much like the Point preservationists, waiting on Saint Obama to save the day. You see, last summer I was returning from a Metropolis run along the path, somewhere near 43rd Street, when I saw a very odd procession in the distance: a couple of little kids, some wobbly parents, and six huge fellows in suits and shades riding brand new, ill-fitting Trek hybrids. Sure enough, it was Team Obama, cruising the LFP. And so Barack, if you're out there listening, let's do make finding TATI a new home one of the final things you do for the neighborhood as Senator. I'll even build you a proper fleet of custom presidential bicycles: none of this heavily branded, full suspension nonsense. They'll be understated and classy, 59.5cm frames with short top tubes and narrow Nitto bars, because I already know that's how you'll roll.