A few weeks ago I was alone, pushing my bike up a very, very steep gravel hill somewhere in southern Vermont on a lovely Wednesday afternoon. Sounds nice, yes, but I was not having a good time. I’ve been sad. (Sad?) Depressed. On and off for a while. Months? It’s not a big deal. It’s […]
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 […]
If you’ve been around New York City it is possible you have eaten some bread that was once on this bike.
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 […]
There are obvious reasons to visit Maine by bike. They say it is beautiful. They say the water is cold. But there are reasons not to go to Maine: It is frivolous to ride around on my bike all day. I’m getting too old for this. It used to be cool that I rode my […]
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 […]
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 […]