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Monty and I left home early today to pick up our credentials for Sunday’s Five Boro Bike Tour. Our destination was the Bike Expo at Pier 36 on the East River – an opportunity to ride the lovely waterfront bike path at … Continue reading
Such a pleasure, even when the wind is fierce.
The last ride of winter
Yesterday was frigid but sunny enough to clear some of the white stuff from the streets. I rescued Monty from under my desk and we rode home from work. There was still some light in the sky at 6:30 pm. … Continue reading
Still here, huh, winter?
I got home from Arizona late last night. I’m giving myself a day (maybe two, considering the forecast) to get used to the cold again before I ride to work. Next year, I’m getting a pair of these studded tires. … Continue reading
No cycling this week: I’m in Arizona looking after my dad, without enough leisure time to justify bringing Monty along. It’s a treat to be out of the Northeast’s deep freeze for a bit, enjoying spectacular sunrises… sunsets (doesn’t this look … Continue reading
You thought I said BIKING?
Between concerns about black ice and warnings of more “wintry mix” (doesn’t that sound like a holiday party snack?), Monty and I haven’t been out as much as we’d like. Fortunately, two days of near-40º temps have cleared a lot of scary stuff from … Continue reading
Love the one you’re with
I’m with my folks at their place in Carbondale, Colorado. Monty is in Manhattan. Fortunately, my sister keeps a bike here. So we took a spin along the Roaring Fork river. The swans have been known to attack people passing … Continue reading
Pink Flamingos and a Chocolate Fountain
That’s how we roll in Springsteen territory, baby. Both were on display at the last rest area before the finish of the Twin Lights ride, a tour of scenic New Jersey. Kudos to Bike New York and a team of hard-working … Continue reading
Scenes from a bike commute
Observed on the Hudson River Bike Path – Woman wearing a bra as a top. (No sign of Jerry or Elaine.) Man with a toddler in the child seat. He has a helmet; kid does not. “Look ma, no hands!” guy … Continue reading
Call me Isadore
Once upon a time, I worked for an exclusive, understated consulting firm that hosted an annual holiday party for the staff and a select few friends. One year, Mr. Unfolded decided to enliven this exclusive, understated event by bringing Don King. (Mr. U. … Continue reading