From gray flannel suits and fedoras to fanny packs and water bottles, commuters define community John Harney, vice president and chief operating officer of New York University Medical Center, putt-putted his moped into the parking area this day at the Westport train station.
“Hey, John, you still drivin’ that thing and pickin’ bugs out of your teeth,” a heckler yelled.
Harney chuckled as he got off the grass green, aptly named Moskito scooter. “Sure am,” he yelled back while locking his wheels. He smoothed his double-breasted brown suit, adjusted his day pack and strode toward the train in the company of an army of fellow commuters moving on the double. As he did, he explained: “My sixteen-year-old daughter got her driver’s license and I vetoed a second car. This is my solution.”