Attention! I will be altering neither my path nor my velocity as:

  • I approach this yellow light
  • I approach this red light
  • I approach this yield sign
  • I approach this stop sign
  • I approach this slowed or stopped car
  • You attempt this crossing when you clearly have the right-of-way

The sound you hear is at best a congratulatory note to you for allowing me to pass unencumbered and at worst a brief harbinger of the pain and bodily harm you are about to experience! If you are so lucky as to survive the impending collision or if you slow me in any way, I will use this honk as all the proof I need to demonstrate the episode is entirely your fault as I scream at you for not getting the fuck out of my way.

Have a great day!

New York’s streets have the best bikes. Let’s look.

Schwinn Collegiate

Schwinn Suburban

Schwinn Sprite

Like any big American city, the streets are full of Schwinns. If it isn’t a Varsity converted to single speed hipster everything, it’s a Collegiate, a Suburban or a Sprite. Still the best colors to this day.

Sea Trails Huffy 3

Fantastic graphics on this Huffy.


And this Peugeot…


… and this Peugeot.

Rollfast Tandem

A Rollfast tandem! Not left for dead with that kind of chain. Look closely for the sliver Raleigh Chopper wedged behind it.

Raleigh Chopper

Another Raleigh Chopper, with stick shift and chaise lounge saddle.

Surly Big Dummy

A Big Dummy by a children’s museum.

Banana seat add-on

Somebody sells and installs this banana seat mod because I’ve seen it before.

Not enough rack

Not enough rack.

Not enough rack

Still not enough rack.


This Italian Cinzia folder is a brilliant little thing. Someone relies on this bike because it’s hitched to the rack with two Abus chains. Look at that front basket, it’s as wide as half the bike is long.

Cinzia folding bike

Cinzia child seat

Love this seat—handlebars, foot guards, plenty of drainage.

Cinzia folding bike

Street parking

The perils of on-street parking.

Bars up

I see variations on this everywhere—people want their bars up and they want to sit upright but they don’t know that’s what they want because that kind of bicycle really isn’t widely available here. The best they can ever try is a hybrid, which is a position that purports to give the rider the best of two styles and succeeds in delivering neither.


Bars up, antlers down.

Electric Delivery Bikes

A positive development in take-out delivery: electric bikes. These seem very quickly to have replaced a lot of the two-cycle scooters most restaurants were previously using.

Workcycles Fr8

I took a Fr8 for a test ride from Adeline Adeline and 1. all this time I thought they were in Soho but they’re down in Tribeca 2. an electrical fire broke out in a manhole while we were there, filling the block with acrid black smoke, 3. are they the only ones on the East Coast importing Workcycles now? and 4. I am purposefully not talking about the bike because I will only want it more (it would replace my Raleigh but my Raleigh will never die—I’ve been through two head-on collisions with it so far).

New Brooks Saddle

Here’s a brand new Brooks.

Slightly Older Brooks Saddle

And a slightly older Brooks (the stippling isn’t part of the wear).

And a Brooks just settling into middle age. This saddle is part of the Dutchiest bike I saw…

Super Dutch

Kids Seat

Terrible Infrastructure

No street bikes in the city post would be complete without a few examples of terrible infrastructure. How about this one on 2nd Avenue in which the left-turning traffic is guided toward collision with the bicycle traffic just at the vanishing point? The irony.

45 degree turn of doom

Ever executed a 45-degree turn on a bike? Me neither. Bonus points for the pedestrian ignoring the huge, empty crosswalk.

Actual infrastructure!

What’s this? Groningen? Amsterdam? No! Brooklyn! I’m pretty sure this is the first time I have ever, ever seen parallel  separated cycling and pedestrian paths outside of Holland. No mixed use! And blocks from where we used to live (and a stretch of Columbia you would be mad to ride on the street because it’s bookended by expressway on/off ramps.) It only lasts a few hundred feet, but it’s a thing of beauty.

Still pretty good infrastructure

A bit further down, past the expressway ramps the street narrows and what were the pedestrian lanes become the cycling lanes with a bit of sidewalk between them and the street. Still pretty good!

Tiny storefront

Let’s take a break from bikes to look at a tiny, tiny storefront.

Bridgestone 450

A Bridgestone 450 in the dark.

Babboe Chinese Knock-Off Bakfiets

A Chinese knock-off bakfiets in the dark.



And two Raleigh cousins from the extended brown Sports/Superbe/Sprinter family. Even though I got my Raleigh in Philly, it spent most of its time with me on the streets of New York.


I spent the day in Boston riding the Hubway all over town. It was fantastic. More shortly.

In the meantime: I will never understand the helmet vending machine. If you want a bike share to be successful, you have to build the streets to make it so. I love that Bixi has exploded so quickly but it does leave users—especially inexperienced city cyclists—in a bit of a cart before the horse situation. After a day on Boston’s passable to horrible roads it’s clear the only ones who are making excuses are the city officials who aren’t funding separated cycling infrastructure.




Nearly made it into work through the mist but luck wasn’t with me. The last ten minutes were under legitimate rain. Got to my 8am meeting looking like a drowned rat. Didn’t leave early enough for drying time. Oh well.

Most rainy days are only actively wet on either end, I’ve found. It’s a rare storm that goes all day uninterrupted. The ride home was clear but so humid that I was fairly soaked anyway by the time I got back.

This year I’ll be riding even more than usual because now that the kids are in school, the car goes with them. I’ve always had an escape route on especially gross days—and I do have a neighbor with whom I can get a ride—but now I can’t so easily take the car. I can’t really take it at all.

I’ve never been so dedicated as to ride unremittingly through the worst of it. I don’t think cycling needs to be a full time pursuit and frankly riding in a bad storm is zero percent enjoyable.

But this year I’ll go a little further than usual. Let’s see what comes of it!

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