This is my only post today, as I am home sick after a nasty bout of food poisoning/stomach flu. You know you're a NYer when you find yourself vomiting in a nasty MTA trash can on the subway platform. Twice.Anyway, I've recently thinking that a bike shop/bike repair would make a killing on Myrtle. The closest place I know of is on Vanderbilt south of Atlantic, and last spring there was a line down the street on the first warm day for tuneups.
Go to it, people.