OK, so it's technically not a kickstand, as it's not necessary to kick it. Kick it? How would the world be different if that had been the lyric for a certain Devo song?
My "stand" was found on this block:
And here is one an interesting specimen from the right side of the street:
Here's something from the left side:
Now, where is this street? It's in Harlem. Specifically, it's West 139th, beween Adam Clayton Powell and Malcolm X Boulevards.
From there I rode to this view:
Yes, I pedalled Tosca across the George Washington Bridge to Jersey. The forecast called for "some" chance of rain, and the skies darkened, threatening rain that never came. As clouds grew thicker, the air grew cooler, which I liked.
I pedalled along the Palisades all the way down to Jersey City.
I've seen more than a few of these old movie theatres turned into halls of worship for evangelical or other equally fervent religious groups. I guess they work for that purpose for the same reasons they made such good movie venues: The acoustics are great, and having lots of people makes for some enthusiasm! Hmm...Maybe I should hold my lectures there.
Anyway, I rode down to Staten Island, where I got on the Ferry and shot the kind of pictures a tourist would take:
OK, so the one with the shadowy figures isn't quite what a tourist might take: The man and his son are, as you probably knew, tourists. I guess I was, too.
