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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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