Category Archives: commuting
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.
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
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
Pop him in the shower! Much more convenient than lugging out the garden hose. There’s a lot of salt on the roads; I wanted to wash off any stray bits before they harmed Monty’s lovely complexion. ≈
I had an epiphany on the subway home last night, as I endured yet another dig in the ribs* and backpack in the face. If I’m going to be miserable in winter, I might as well be getting some exercise … Continue reading
That’s my stock reply when anyone says, “You’re riding in this?” Monty and I are not water-soluble. We do, however, get utterly, thoroughly, you-can’t-get-any-wetter soaked. (Jeans may not have been the best choice today. Why is wet denim so…icky?) We paused at … Continue reading