And now a little bit about "Bike-ism." At both of these destinations, we dealt with "Bike-ist" doormen who said we could not go in the elevator. The alternative I suppose is for me to leave Lucille outside. She's very cute though - have I mentioned this? - and easy prey for anyone to carry off, even with a lock, (which I don't have). Sometimes they want me to leave her with them, sometimes they tell me to take the freight elevator. But here is where the Brompton is such a great advantage: Lucille folded up neat as a piece of paper (as their eyes widened) and we were in the elevators before they knew how to object.
By 4pm with errands accomplished, we made it to Riverside Park - where traffic on the West Side Highway was bumper to bumper in rush hour. The air was gruesome. Health wise, it's probably a toss up whether it's worthwhile breathing in the nasty air to get to the good air. Perhaps the subway up is a better solution on days like this.
There is a gorgeous promenade from 86th-96th St in the Park. In Summer, the trees create a picturesque, almost nostalgic bower that makes you just want to enter.
If I go by the rules.
According to the rules, in the 60s, cyclists are relegated to a grim strip of pavement under the highway. "All Bicycles Must Dismount!" proclaim the signs leading to pedestrian areas. Pedestrians in the same strip on the other hand, get to see the river - and this:
Cycling and art - two kinds of essential breathing - the best way I know to beat Mercury in retrograde.
By the time we got home, the pollution didn't seem so bad. And the computer problem? Solved itself.