I have a quick breakfast and decide to visit the waterfront before the weekend crowds get there. The Brooklyn Bridge would be the most sensible route, but for cycling I much prefer the Williamsburg Bridge (see video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDYrFN-cy6Q&feature=youtu.be).
It’s well graded, the pedestrians are separated from the cyclists most of the time; the mesh doesn’t bother me. Oh, and it’s pink.
As a New Yorker, I take advantage of public transportation whenever I can – no point spending an hour just to get to the bridge: Lucille folds up nicely, and we take the F train to Delancey Street.
And a photo from their web site.
As I continue my ride, I am stopped by a mother and her son looking for the roller rink at Pier 2. I didn’t know there was a roller rink there, but when I ride there myself, I see that what’s going on there is going to make Chelsea Piers look like a miniature golf course:
After riding the rest of the Waterfront, I decide to take the Brooklyn Bridge back (see video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKCUppm8bHM&feature=youtu.be). I have mixed feeling about this bridge. On the one hand, there's no mistaking when you’re on the Brooklyn Bridge. The sweeping views...
Arriving back on the Manhattan side, Chambers is an easy ride to the West Side Greenway, and I am soon home.
Until I get a phone call with an obligation about my mother’s apartment, necessitating a trip to the Upper West. Having been the point person for my mother's care for 10 years, I have come to dread this commute, symbolizing as it has both my sadness at her failing, and my constant obligations - which could never turn back old age no matter what I did. Thanks to Lucille though, these trips have become a rather joyful excuse to ride; those 40 minutes along the Hudson helping me process whatever lies at the other end.
When I return, I receive an invitation from a friend to share her roof top sunset view. I change into an easy Summer dress (from the $20 collection), don’t even bother with gym shoes – it’s only 10 blocks away - and bicycle over.
The roof is gusty and I am constantly on the verge of asking to borrow a sweater. But the views are fabulous, changing with the light.
It is a lovely Summer evening. As I return home, the wind gusts come back to haunt me however. Adjusting Lucille’s chassis on the sidewalk, my dress flies up in the air from all directions – I don’t even know where to reach first to grab it! I quickly weigh my options. Without my support, Lucille will fall. At the same time, I am confident that my undies are top of the line Victoria’s Secret (cost more than the dress actually), purchased for just such occasions (oh well, I suppose there may be some other kinds of occasions but I bike more than anything else these days). Lucille has kept my body in great shape, which I hope will buy me a little time until the wind dies down – but it doesn’t. The next thing I know, some disembodied hands are kindly tugging my hem back into place (I can’t see who it is for the fabric in front of my face). It is a sweet young woman who has seen my plight and come to my rescue. I thank her and ride carefully home – I can’t avoid gusts, but I can stay on the bicycle seat, which helps.
Only the day isn’t over. When I get to my block, it takes me awhile to be allowed in: there is a TV shoot in full progress (The Blacklist, the James Spader TV series, I learn).
In case you're thinking this is a normal day for me, it's not. Any one of these things might happen; they seldom happen all in one day. But that's the thing about New York - there are definitely days where they do.