There are fewer and fewer gas stations in Manhattan.
I can only think of two within walking distance when there used to be at least four.
The Russian one is on 10th Avenue at 24th Street.
Therefore there are always crowds of cab drivers
jockeying for position and a babel of languages.
I'm happy to report that I have never pumped gas in my life.
Leaves are beginning to fall from the cherry tree in the local community garden.