Although there was a time--in my days as Nick--when I was lifting weights and doing other kinds of training in addition to my cycling, I don't think I ever became a "gym rat." In fact, I have not spent much time in gyms since I was in college. The atmosphere in most is oppressive, albeit in different ways: Some gyms are simply physically depressing, others were little more than glorified singles bars and still others--the ones used mainly by young men--were just terrifying to me.
In other words, I never felt the safety or solitude that I have on my bike. Riding a stationary bike in a gym never had the same appeal for me that the open road or trail has.
I guess other people feel something like I feel. That might be the reason why someone invented this:
I guess the inventor of this figured that if one couldn't bring a bike into the gym, one could instead bring the gym to the bike!
It seems--at least in this part of the world--that the colors of October are celebrated more than those of any other month.
Reverence for the hues of that month are certainly just. However, some of what I saw on today's ride left me absolutely stunned.
I saw this on the wooden bridge in the Randall's Island nature preserve:
Oh, but the visual feast didn't end there. Barretto Point Park was closed, probably because of flood damage and weakened trees that might fall at any given moment. However,through the fence, I saw this:
and this:
I know that the hues of autumn sunsets are particularly rich. But lately it seems the skies are outdoing themselves. I wonder whether it has anything to do with the recent storms.
My ride today was short. But the name of this park, about three miles from my place, says it all:
This piece of real estate is in Rego Park, a Queens neighborhood that is currently home to thousands of emigres--many of whom are Jewish-- from Uzbekistan, Tajikistan and Russia. It gets its name from the Real Good Construction company, which developed most of the neighborhood in the early 20th Century.
If you are visiting the neighborhood for the first time and it seems familiar, you've probably read Art Spiegelman's graphic novel Maus. The scenes with his aged Polish Jewish father are all set in the neighborhood, where Spiegelman grew up.
Anyway, as you can probably tell, today's ride was short but Real Good.
People don't usually associate the hustle and bustle of New York City with the past, much less with history. However, the only major American cities that have as much to offer history buffs are Boston and Philadelphia.
It makes sense: After all, New York, Boston and Philadelphia are among the oldest major cities in the United States. Also, in part because of its size and location. all sorts of people have found their way here. As a result, all sorts of interesting events have happened here.
So it probably wouldn't surprise you to know that one of my favorite non-bike blogs, The Bowery Boys, is devoted to the history of this metropolis.
Today's post features a podcast about a nearly two centuries of bicycles and bicycling in The Big Apple. Human-powered two-wheeled vehicles have played some rather surprising roles in some of this city's happenings, and some people you wouldn't expect to be involeved with them, are and were.
Sometimes the younger generation doesn't believe me when I tell them that there was a time when messengers and others who rode fixed-gear bikes weren't hipsters. In case you don't believe me, I'll give you this image from The Bowery Boys:
You have to admit, though, he is stylish.
