A picture an hour…

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. 🙂

Good day!