The Times writes about us today, bikers that is.... cyclists. Which we still are, even after spending a winter hiding indoors. How do we know? Because after a snowstorm that brought in the month of March and a freezing week - today it was beautiful. So we went to Manhattan.
And, as the Times article correctly notes, much of the cycling going on in this city is still of the Faux Tour de France variety (lycra and all). But there are lots of other kinds.
There are the flocks of teens on trick bikes, zipping down the slope of the Williamsburg bridge into Manhattan much faster than the 'racing' cyclists.
There are the hipsters on fixies, their butts at least two feet higher than their handlebars, tight jeans dragged down by the combined forces of the improbable angle and janitor keys hanging from the belt loop; wearing utility as a style.
There are the delivery folk, riding a bicycle that no one would likely steal, with a chain lock thick enough to bear the anchor for an aircraft carrier - they always look to be in between something - half in the kitchen, half on a bicycle. And they are on the margins in other ways, underpaid, under tipped, under appreciated.
There are the "women in fitness" as Jennifer called them "dressed like they're
active - they watch Oprah." And the Dads with their kids who say "good job staying upright buddy!"
And then there's us. A minority on our upright bicycles. Running errands and riding because it's a great way to get there. Here are photos from our day...
First we had to prepare, add some air to the tires - and I had to make my new favorite smoothie: fresh coconut water, wild blueberries and raw cacao nibs. (there are no smoothies in this photo, no matter how hard you look)

Off we headed across the Williamsburg bridge.


What is this 'character project' Jennifer asks... it looks like art, but it's from USA television network...

Expecting friends from the west...did their flight land yet?

Heading back home across the bridge, under the moonlight after a lovely day in the city.
