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!
