Yesterday afternoon I pedaled along the Queens and Brooklyn waterfronts to Coney Island. More snow was on the way, so I wanted to get a few miles in.
Along the way, I encountered a few things I expected, such as snow piled (deliberately?) on the bike lanes and ice patches.
And on the Coney Island Boardwalk:
Even the sea and sky seemed to reflect the storm's residue:
The funny thing is that the Verrazano Narrows promenade (the one that passes under the bridge), which I rode on my way home, was snow- and ice-free--and teeming with people out for late-day walks. I think I saw two or three other cyclists.
I admit that I wasn't riding fast. But it was good, all good.
