Yesterday I rode a bike all over Manhattan... and it was wonderful. You can bike anywhere in this city.
11 AM-- walking to get the bike.
12 PM-- going through Riverside Park to get to trail along Hudson River.
12:10 PM-- Trail, Hudson, Jersey... in that order.
1 PM-- rode to George Washington Bridge (103 street to 181 street)...
1:01 PM-- ... to take pictures of the Little Red Lighthouse in the sunshine.
2 PM-- Rode back from 181st street to 96th street and got a bagel and charged my phone and wrote down what I did the past few days.
3 PM-- took train from 96th street to South Ferry, the southern tip of Manhattan. I was going to ride down there, but the wind was insane and I thought it would be awesome to have at my back when I ride back up... I was right. I barely had to pedal, the wind was carrying me!
3:05 PM-- at South Ferry... lots of TV reporters around because one of the ferries didn't stop soon enough at Staten Island and crashed into the dock. Oops. I wonder if the insane wind had anything to do with it?
3:09 PM-- boat near South street... I was getting a little frustrated with tourists walking in the bike lane at this point.
3:30 PM-- Brooklyn Bridge. I went to a lot of trouble to take a Polaroid of the bridge and I was ready to strangle some tourists. I was behind a guy on the way back down the bridge and a tourist was in the bike lane and the guy screamed, "YOU'RE IN THE WRONG LANE, STUPID!" Harsh? Yes. Did I appreciate it? Oh yes. New Yorkers come in handy sometimes.
4 PM-- on boardwalk path. SO windy. I got so much dust in my eyes. And I wear glasses.
4:02 PM-- Wind.
4:45 PM-- At the Frying Pan restaurant that my internship host took the other intern and I to last week... And I didn't bring my camera... so I went back.
4:46 PM-- Such a cool restaurant, its like they plopped chairs, tables, and a bar on an old boat and didn't really straighten anything up. There is no over-sanitized feel to the place and I love it. Right on the Hudson.
4:48 PM-- Ropes.
5:00 PM-- No idea what this was, but it was 5 o'clock and time for a picture.
5:01 PM-- trusty bike.
6 PM-- Kite.
6:30 PM-- I brought the bike back to its owner and when she saw me she started laughing and insisted on taking my picture. I didn't realize how dweeby I looked. She let me borrow the shorts, too. Thank goodness because riding with jeans would have been difficult.
Then we went out to dinner and it was delicious.
9 PM-- walking back from 112 street to home. :)