What could have been better than this: a late-afternoon ride on a perfect Spring day?
It's the sort of thing that can make you happy to, well, be. Scrims of cloud swirled around the bright sun. Breezes puffed petals from flowers that have bloomed for a few days and, at times, gusted and rippled the water around my ride.
My little adventure took me to the Coney Island pier.
From there, I pedaled along the ocean and New York Bay under the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge.
The only thing that wasn't almost perfect was this last photo. But that was my fault. I'm including it anyway because even though the saddle and part of the handlebars were cut off, Tosca still looks great, as she always does.
It's the sort of thing that can make you happy to, well, be. Scrims of cloud swirled around the bright sun. Breezes puffed petals from flowers that have bloomed for a few days and, at times, gusted and rippled the water around my ride.
My little adventure took me to the Coney Island pier.
From there, I pedaled along the ocean and New York Bay under the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge.
The only thing that wasn't almost perfect was this last photo. But that was my fault. I'm including it anyway because even though the saddle and part of the handlebars were cut off, Tosca still looks great, as she always does.
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