Another clear, hot, humid day. There wasn't much traffic, and everyone seemed in a good mood, or at least not-quite-awake. Given all that's going on in the world--what with the tragedy of Nice, the attempted coup in Turkey and the police officers slain in Baton Rouge (of which I would learn when I got home), the streets of the South Bronx seemed almost idyllic--ironically enough, even more so than Greenwich, Connecticut.
I saw very little traffic all the way from my place, through the Bronx and Westchester County, not even at The Hub or in the downtown areas of New Rochelle or Port Chester. However, I found myself pedaling in the three feet or so between a traffic jam and the curb literally the moment I crossed the state line.
When I rode to Greenwich on Tuesday (and bumped into George), I saw signs announcing the sidewalk sales that, as it turned out, were in progress today. Of course, I didn't pay attention (or, at least, remember) those signs. Had I remembered, would I have come prepared? Perhaps: I could have brought my backpack (and, maybe, my American Express Centurion Card ;-)). A few things I saw under the tents tempted me, particularly some batik-printed tops, shorts and skirts that were surprisingly affordable. I suppose I could have bought a drawstring knapsack somewhere and bought a few things, but decided I didn't want to haul stuff home.
Anyway...there seemed no way to escape the traffic in Greenwich, not even on the way out. Were people driving in circles (squares)? As soon as I crossed the line back into the Empire State, the streams of cars and minivans disappeared. I thought some of them would pass me in Port Chester or Rye or Harrison, but they seemed to be swallowed by some black hole at the end of Putnam Avenue.
Maybe the laws of physics were suspended in Greenwich. What else could explain this?
Now, sometimes Arielle seems to defy gravity when I'm pedaling her on a day like today. But this is something I've never seen her do, until now: She's not propped against that tree, or anything else. Nor--as you can see--is the pedal serving as a "kickstand". I was going to lean her against the trunk when I accidentally let go for a split-second, and she stood on her own. The tires just happened to fit between the roots of that old tree in just the right way.
Hmm...I wonder if it had anything to do with the traffic or sidewalk sales. Or maybe the laws of physics just work differently when you cross state lines.
I saw very little traffic all the way from my place, through the Bronx and Westchester County, not even at The Hub or in the downtown areas of New Rochelle or Port Chester. However, I found myself pedaling in the three feet or so between a traffic jam and the curb literally the moment I crossed the state line.
When I rode to Greenwich on Tuesday (and bumped into George), I saw signs announcing the sidewalk sales that, as it turned out, were in progress today. Of course, I didn't pay attention (or, at least, remember) those signs. Had I remembered, would I have come prepared? Perhaps: I could have brought my backpack (and, maybe, my American Express Centurion Card ;-)). A few things I saw under the tents tempted me, particularly some batik-printed tops, shorts and skirts that were surprisingly affordable. I suppose I could have bought a drawstring knapsack somewhere and bought a few things, but decided I didn't want to haul stuff home.
Anyway...there seemed no way to escape the traffic in Greenwich, not even on the way out. Were people driving in circles (squares)? As soon as I crossed the line back into the Empire State, the streams of cars and minivans disappeared. I thought some of them would pass me in Port Chester or Rye or Harrison, but they seemed to be swallowed by some black hole at the end of Putnam Avenue.
Maybe the laws of physics were suspended in Greenwich. What else could explain this?
Now, sometimes Arielle seems to defy gravity when I'm pedaling her on a day like today. But this is something I've never seen her do, until now: She's not propped against that tree, or anything else. Nor--as you can see--is the pedal serving as a "kickstand". I was going to lean her against the trunk when I accidentally let go for a split-second, and she stood on her own. The tires just happened to fit between the roots of that old tree in just the right way.
Hmm...I wonder if it had anything to do with the traffic or sidewalk sales. Or maybe the laws of physics just work differently when you cross state lines.
