Sunday, June 17, 2007

Verranzano Bridge

I took the old beach comber bike out today. It was hot for the city. Around 85 or so. Oksana had gone out for sushi with a friend around 7:30 p.m. At the same time I decided I'd take a ride out to the Verranzano Bridge to take some night pictures.

Riding a bike in the city is bad enough, but riding a night is so much more fun. I took Bay Pkwy down toward the water. At about four blocks from the water I could feel the kind cool ocean breeze. It made me peddle even faster. Though the Better Than Ezra blasting in my ear was keeping my peddling at a good pace by itself.

When I came to the water I took the bike path that runs along the Belt Pkwy. It was crowded with people of all sorts. Most people just walking and causing me to ride my bike on the grass path next to the gravel. There seemed to be only three types of bikers. One, the hasidic jews taking there time and pretending not to enjoy the breeze. Two, very serious bikers with wind resistant clothing and bikes that cost more than my car. Lastly, there were the families. They had all the little kids out there with them. One father was even trying to teach his son how to ride. Let me tell you, it took great skill to avoid crushing him and his dreams of riding a bike forever.

Of course there was also me. I probably looked like a fool, riding around with my jeans and t-shirt on. I never seem to fit into a category. I barely even notice anymore.

My ride back was a bit more harrowing. It is hard to see people hiding out under trees at night. I scared the mess out of a poor little girl who didn't see me coming. I was going as slow as possible, but all she saw when she turned around was a bike in her face.

Tried a new type of ice cream today from a famous Brooklyn pizza place called Spumoni Gardens. The ice cream, also called Spumoni, was some kind of mixture of pistachio, chocolate, vanilla, lime,... I'm not sure about the rest. I thought it was ok. Most people would have liked it, but I'm not a fan of nuts in my ice cream.

Communication is a lost art. Know any good are classes?

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