When I wrote my previous post, I was worried--about a lockdown, and other things. I'd heard that in Puerto Rico, people aren't allowed to leave their homes for just about any reason. Even taking a walk, cycling or skating alone are out of the question. Italy has enacted similar restrictions. I wondered whether I wouldn't be able to ride for weeks, even months, just as the season is beginning.
So, the other day, I made it a point to take a long ride--to Connecticut. On Sundays, Greenwich Avenue in Greenwich teems with strollers and shoppers, and the street is lined with parked cars. But, from the Greenwich Common, I saw this:
and this:
Arielle, my trusty Mercian Audax, isn't accustomed to such isolation. She could have been forgiven for wondering whether I took her on a trail instead of a street.
Speaking of streets, here was the view down University Avenue in the Bronx at 2 o'clock this afternoon:
Mind you, on the right, that's an entrance to the Cross-Bronx Expressway--the gateway to upper Manhattan and the George Washington Bridge.
Of course, I didn't mind having to contend with so little traffic, although it seemed almost surreal. Still, I''d be happy if some of the cars and trucks didn't return after the epidemic--as long as their drivers survive. I don't extend any bad wishes to people.
While we're on the subject of people: There is a calm, if not a quiet, I haven't seen since the days just after 9/11. Sometimes people eye each other warily, even suspiciously--Is that person sick?--but complete strangers are telling each other, and me, to be safe.
And I want you, dear readers, to be well and safe--and to ride, as often and much as you can!
So, the other day, I made it a point to take a long ride--to Connecticut. On Sundays, Greenwich Avenue in Greenwich teems with strollers and shoppers, and the street is lined with parked cars. But, from the Greenwich Common, I saw this:
and this:
Arielle, my trusty Mercian Audax, isn't accustomed to such isolation. She could have been forgiven for wondering whether I took her on a trail instead of a street.
Speaking of streets, here was the view down University Avenue in the Bronx at 2 o'clock this afternoon:
Mind you, on the right, that's an entrance to the Cross-Bronx Expressway--the gateway to upper Manhattan and the George Washington Bridge.
Of course, I didn't mind having to contend with so little traffic, although it seemed almost surreal. Still, I''d be happy if some of the cars and trucks didn't return after the epidemic--as long as their drivers survive. I don't extend any bad wishes to people.
While we're on the subject of people: There is a calm, if not a quiet, I haven't seen since the days just after 9/11. Sometimes people eye each other warily, even suspiciously--Is that person sick?--but complete strangers are telling each other, and me, to be safe.
And I want you, dear readers, to be well and safe--and to ride, as often and much as you can!
Very spooky but better safe than sorry. An American friend who lives here was due to visit family in New York next week but practically everyone in the whole of her daughter's apartment block has had the virus or is suffering it now!
ReplyDeleteStrange rules here are allowing exercise at a distance.