Some ideas don't pan out. I thought I had a lifetime's worth of twisted street signs to discover, but I was wrong.
In their place here, I have what looks like the tidy, resigned leftovers of some street person's failed idea: to put everything on wheels, then work out at the New York Health & Racquet Club** to build up strength to walk a few thousand miles south, "where the weather suits my clothes," as in Midnight Cowboy.
** The card in the middle of the photo says "Join the New York Health & Racquet Club and get the Yacht Beach Club and Golf Free."