The bike ride

So, I'm on this biking kick--the same one I go on every spring. Only this time I'm in the "Big City," and it can be kinda scary. I mean, cars only stop at the red light at the very last second, pedestrians never stop for lights or traffic, and the roads aren't exactly always well kept. Really, it's no surprise to me that most people own a mountain bike.

Anyhow, so I did 22 miles last weekend and 24 miles this weekend. Each weekend I explored a different part of the city. Las weekend was passover, and we were following Vernon road until we came across a ginormous gathering of hasidic Jews. It appeared that they were waiting for some sort of shipment. Well, we worked are way through the black sea of clocks and continued to ride through an obviously Jewish neighborhood in Brooklyn until we eventually made our way to the Brooklyn Bridge. On the way, we saw these really cool old ruins covered by vines that ended up being part of an old Army something or other. I can't remember, but I really wished I had a film camera at that time to take black and white photo's of it.

This weekend, I decided to explore Astoria, but 10 miles wasn't enough for me, so I rode over the 59th street bridge, across Manhatten and up the Hudson River trail, were I discovered riverside park, which was actually pretty cute and quaint. I liked it. I turned around at 125th street because my knee started to hurt, but curiosity was urging me to go on.

This coming weekend, I think, that for safety reasons, I'll take the subway into the city, start my ride up the trail, and see if I can make it as far as the George Washington Bridge. That would be pretty fun, and quite an accomplishment.