Enjoying A Ride Isn’t Such A Mist-ery

 My brother and I are experiencing different kinds of heat waves.

He, in California, is dealing with temperatures over 100F (37.8C). Our high temperatures in New York have been a few degrees cooler. My brother, however, said that as much as he doesn’t like the heat, “I don’t miss East Coast humidity.”

He has a point. Even though we in New York rarely have to cope with 100F, almost every year includes a few days when the mercury rises above 90F (32.2C). But that heat is almost always accompanied by relative humidity of at least 7O percent.

The good news, for me anyway, is that I have been waking up early enough to get a decent number of kilometers/miles—and, more importantly, quality time—on my bikes.  Those jaunts have taken me to and along bodies of water, where I have witnessed something associated more with chilly London.

Seeing mist ride along the Verrazzano Narrows Bridge, by itself, made yesterday’s ride (which brought me down to Coney Island) worthwhile. 

Likewise, I felt rewarded in seeing “fog” at the end of the Rockaway boardwalk this morning.

Some of the best things in life are shrouded in mist-ery.

Origin Of The Species

 Two years ago, staff writer Jill Lepore’s New Yorker essay, “Bicycles Have Evolved. Have We?” included this:

Cycling And….

 It occurs to me now that most, if not all, of my rides fall into one (or more) of these categories: the “pure,” “purpose-driven” and “integrative.”

The “pure” include training rides,those early-morning spins I’ve done lately and any other ride I’ve taken for its own sake.  “Purpose-driven” rides are commutes, errands and any other ride that involves a specific destination and task.

“Integrative” rides incorporate some other activity with cycling. When riding near home, or spending a few days in Paris, Rome or some other city, the ride can turn into a tour of architectural, historical or other monuments.* Or, in the country, my ride might be paired with hiking, camping or some other activity.

For Jeffrey Reed of suburban Buffalo, New York, that pursuit is “birding**.” I have never been a “birder,” though I have been paying more attention to our aleatory allies lately, possibly as a result of spending time in the Botanical Gardens.

Cute! Hooded Warbler . Photo by Jeffrey Reed

There is one more important difference, however, between my experience and Mr. Reed’s of integrating cycling with another activity. Because I am a lifelong cyclist, I usually am bringing the other endeavor—whether it has to do with nature, culture or something else—into my riding. Jeffrey, on the other hand, got on the saddle after decades away from it.

He decided on a hybrid-type bike.  While “serious” cyclists might turn up their noses at such machines (and, worse, those who ride them), they make sense for people like Reed—especially since, as he explains, most of his riding is on trails and gravel paths in local state forests and parks. Oh, and from what I gather, he’s not doing any of the “technical,” let alone gonzo, stuff I did during my mountain-biking days.

He says he doesn’t ride where there’s traffic, except on park roads where it’s minimal, because he has “no interest in becoming a hood ornament.” It will be interesting to see whether his cycling expands beyond his current self-imposed boundaries, understandable as they may be for someone who is returning to cycling—as a means to another pursuit.

*—There was an organization that conducted rides into ethnic enclaves of New York City and sampled its food. I took one of their rides—on the front of a tandem with a blind rider behind me.

**—I assume it’s what we called “bird watching “ in my day—just as I guess “thrifting” is the same (save for the prices) as shopping in thrift stores.