Yesterday I wrote about the Long Island Motor Parkway, which, in its history, has been one of America's first race courses and one of its first automotive expressways--and would become of the last bike lanes to open in New York for nearly half a century. Now it's a segment of what is supposed to become the Brooklyn-Queens Greenway.
So, perhaps, there was some weird sort of synchronicity, or whatever you want to call it, at work when I found this image on one of my favorite non-bike blogs, Old Picture of the Day:
Believe it or not, this was once an automobile race course.
It was also one of America's first expressways. At least, it was one of the first roads to be designed so that drivers wouldn't have to stop for traffic lights, railroad crossings or many of the other things they'd have to contend with on conventional roadways.
Of course, when it was serving the functions I described, it didn't have all of the trees and other vegetation growing on its sides. That was allowed after the road became a bike/pedestrian path.
Yes, the path in the photo was once part of the Long Island Motor Parkway, which I mentioned in an earlier post. Now it's a segment of the planned Brooklyn-Queens Greenway.
I don't know whether storm damage has been cleared, or whether there wasn't much of it on the path. Running through the middle of Queens, it's several miles from either the north or south shores and, I would assume, out of the path of a storm surge.
Here the former Parkway takes a turn underneath the expressway--the Northern State Parkway--that rendered it obsolete for automotive use.
When it carried automobile traffic, the Parkway had several "toll lodges". (Don't you just love that term?) One of them now serves as a Parks Department facility in Cunningham Park:
Tosca was clearly enjoying the ride, as I was:
This post is a response to a comment Kiyomi made on "The States of Bicycle Commuting."
About ten years ago, I would have turned my nose up at any bike with upright bars. In fact, about the only kind of bike I'd ride without dropped bars was a mountain bike: I was a fairly active off-road rider and sometimes commuted on off-road bikes.
I also wouldn't have been caught dead on a bike with an internally geared or coaster brake hub, a steel frame that wasn't chrome-moly (i.e., Tange, Ishiwata or Columbus) or maganese-moly (Reynolds or Vitus) tubing. And I certainly would not have tainted any of my bikes with--gasp!--a kickstand.
Now, the latter accessory simply couldn't have fit on some of the racing bikes I've had. But even on the bikes I've had with more relaxed geometry (my off-road, touring and cyclo-cross bikes), there would have been a practical reason not to have a kickstand: It might not have been a good idea to clamp one onto such bikes, which tend to have thinner tubing than more utilitarian machines.
But, over the past decade or so, my life changed in a few ways. Some of them had to do, of course, with my gender transition. When I started, I wanted a women's or mixte bike because, well, they were "women's" bikes. (At no point, though, did I consider giving up my diamond-framed bikes.) Also, I wanted to continue riding to work. In the old days, I used to ride in bike shorts or tights and jerseys/jackets because I didn't want to ride in anything else. Sometimes I would ride in a pair of khaki or corduroy trousers, depending on the weather, and a button-down shirt to which I could add a tie, vest or jacket (I used to keep those things at work) as needed. I also used to keep a pair of shoes, in case I was too lazy to carry, or forgot, a pair into which I could change from my bike shoes.
When I started living and working as female, though, I found that I had to be better-dressed than I was when I worked as a male. (Truthfully, I also wanted to dress better: In those days, I was still experimenting with different looks). That meant more time to get dressed. Also, I'd begun to wear make-up, and I was starting to take more care of my hair. So, making myself "presentable" for work was taking me at least twice as long as it did when I was working as Nick.
Also, in those days, I would sometimes shower and change in the men's locker room before starting work. Of course, once I started my transition, that was not an option. I wouldn't have wanted to do that, anyway--I never liked being naked (and vulnerable) in a men's environment.
As buoyant as I felt when I started my transition, I still wasn't quite ready to change in a women's locker room. I take that back: If anything, I wanted to shower and get dressed among other women. But I hadn't yet had my surgery--it would be several years away--and I wasn't ready to deal with the possible repercussions of being met by campus security officers if someone who objected to my being there called them.
So, I wanted to ride in more or less the same clothes in which I worked. I was willing to bring a change of shoes, and maybe an accessory or two as well as a couple of cosmetic items. But I didn't want to go through the intricacies of having to, essentially, make myself over once I got to work.
It was around that time that women's and mixte frames started to appeal to me. Some of the commuters I rode in days past were equipped with fenders, usually because I added them. So fenders were nothing new to me; however, they had more appeal to me when I stared to ride in skirts or even women's pants (which, I found, were more delicate and soiled more easily than men's pants). I also started to appreciate chainguards.
I also rode a couple of bikes with internally-geared hubs. Even though I had a three-speed in my pre-adolescent years, I couldn't quite cotton to one--or to a five- or seven-speed internally geared hub. They felt clumsy and inefficient compared to hubs with cassettes, freewheels or fixed cogs. Plus, at least one never quite shifted right, in spite of the efforts of three mechanics whose work I've always trusted.
So now I'm commuting on Vera, a Mercian mixte with a lively, pleasant ride. Just for the heck of it, I've ridden her in shorts and enjoyed it, but I can wear just about anything short of a wedding gown (which I don't plan on wearing) and not have to worry about ruining my clothes or being constricted.
I had been riding her with an upright bar that's a bit like a flipped-over North Road bar. But over the past few months, I've been riding her with a Velo Orange Porteur bar, on which I'm not quite as bent over as I am with my dropped bars, but not quite as upright as on, say, a Raleigh three-speed.
If you're used to riding lightweight bikes with dropped bars, or even mountain bikes with flat bars, the best way to get a commuter, I think, is to find a bike that has a geometry and ride that's at least somewhat like a bike you currently ride and to change the handlebars and seat, unless the geometry of the bike is such that it will not ride well with those changes.
