Category Archives: commuting

Freaky

Monty and I were riding along when his wheels suddenly locked. There wasn’t much traffic, fortunately, and I carried my stricken boy to the sidewalk for a look. A twig had wrapped itself completely – and very tightly – around the rear … Continue reading

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Après moi, le déluge

The phrase popped into my head during this morning’s rain-soaked ride. (Yes, I realize that would be durant rather than après, and I am hardly a doomed French king. Take it up with my subconscious.) I don’t mind, as long as I’m dressed for wet … Continue reading

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Riverside Park

Silly sculptures. Beautiful light.

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My first Strava

I logged my commute this morning! The free Strava app is a snap to use: just hit ‘record’ when you start, ‘stop’ when you end. It captures details – distance, elevation, time and speed – on each ride segment. There … Continue reading

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Windy. City.

I actually do get off the bike path! Last night I rode to midtown – against gusts that tried to move me sideways instead of forward – to watch our chef and his team teach a cooking class. They killed it. I didn’t get … Continue reading

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Thawing

It’s still a bit soon to pack away my winter woolies, but the snow in this week-old pic is history. And the Hudson is no longer covered with ice. Woohooooo! Monty and I are back to our regular daily commute, enjoying … Continue reading

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Night rides

The prospect of riding home in the cold and dark doesn’t thrill me. But once I’m out there, I rather like it. My commute is nearly painless – 5 miles each way, mostly flat, mostly on a protected (well-maintained and -lit) path. Riverside … Continue reading

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Siberia on the Hudson

When it’s here’s what happens to the river no matter how far south you ride. And here’s what happens when you breathe into your face mask.

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Golden sun, gray slush

Last night’s ride home was uneventful. The bike path exit I usually take was unplowed, so I walked Monty over the snow, and by the time we got home he needed another bath. This time I extended the back wheel … Continue reading

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No guts, no glory

The universe tested my new resolve to bike through winter by dumping 8″ of snow on Manhattan. (Far less than the historic blizzard predicted, still a mess.)  The city was shut down on Monday, and other factors kept me home yesterday … Continue reading

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