Wrangle

I work sometimes for a bike collective. We have several cargo bikes that we use for delivery jobs around the city. Bikes are stored in Greenpoint or the Upper East Side. Or at a garage in South Brooklyn. Or at someone’s house. When someone from the collective uses a bike for work or otherwise we […]

Things I bring

Tent. Sleeping pad. Sleeping bag. Tarp. Micro towel. Cup. Knife. Spork. (Sometimes I take more cooking supplies but I didn’t feel like it this time.) Keds. Tevas. Billed hat (actually ended up leaving that home). Beanie. Rain jacket. Zipper sweatshirt. Leggings. Two pairs of cycling shorts. One pair of non-cycling shorts. Three shirts. One tunic […]

On balance

These are how my summer days are going: in a nearby park in partial shade I teach kids how to ride bikes. Two, maybe three groups per day. I put sunscreen on everywhere but especially in the folds of my ears, the inside elbows, the backs of my hands. The kids on bikes: they’re pushing […]

Sweaty hands

A few days ago I was riding my bike in Manhattan and a cyclist pulled up next to me and I was surprised to see two big, insulated caves that he had to reach through to grasp the handlebars. This attached glove situation (also called bar mitts?) is common especially on delivery bikes. But it […]

Coffee

I love coffee. I love that it is warm. I love that it is bitter because it forces me to really taste it, not like sweet things which I don’t really taste I just stuff my face while trying to figure out where and how I will get my next sweet thing. I like black […]