17 April 2015

Hey! Don't Forget About Me!



A few days ago, I “blamed” Max when I didn’t get out of the house earlier than I did for a ride. 

Of course, I wasn’t upset with him.  How could I be?  When he’s not impeding progress I probably wouldn’t have made anyway, he climbs on me and purrs.  



Marlee does that, too.  However, she’s a bit more possessive of everything—including my lap and the spotlight—than Max is.  So she wasn’t content to see Max get all of the attention.

So she’s been posing in front of me whenever I sit, stand, take down one of my bikes, read, eat, talk on the telephone, write—or do just about anything else.  She wants me to take her picture because she knows, just knows, that she’s so photogenic and every picture I take of her is going to be better than the last.  Of course, neither the camera nor the photographer has anything to do with that!



Max can make orange the new black or whatever just because…well, because he’s orange and he’s Max.  But Marlee knows how to work her stripes:



Who, me?  Yeah, you!

16 April 2015

Scorchers And Rough Riders

Somehow it makes sense that the leader of the Rough Riders would start a Scorcher Squad.

In 1898, the Secretary of the Navy resigned his position so he could join the First US Volunteer Cavalry.  This unit would gain renown in Cuba during the Spanish-American War.  For their exploits on the island, they and the former Navy Secretary would be nicknamed "Roosevelt's Rough Riders".

Three years earlier, this Theodore Roosevelt had been the New York City Police Commissioner.  That year, 1895, may have been the peak of America's first Bike Boom, and pedaled two-wheelers were the fastest vehicles on the streets of the Big Apple.  Particularly fast riders were known as "scorchers" for the way they blazed past everyone and everything else on the road.  

Now, every good crime-fighter knows that one of the most effective ways to make his or her city's streets safer is to harness the skills of renegades and outlaws.  A modern example of this would be to enlist hackers to help in the fight against cybercrime.  In the final years of the 19th Century, that meant using "scorchers" to apprehend speeding horse-drawn carriages.

That is exactly what "Teddy" had in mind when he formed the "Scorcher Squad".  This 29-member unit of cyclists made 1366 arrests in its first year.  That number is particularly impressive when one realizes that the city then consisted only of the island of Manhattan (Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island and the Bronx would join it in--que coincidencia!--1898) and had only a sixth of the city's current population. 


 Roosevelt's creation was so successful that in less than two decades, it expanded to include 1025 bicycles in addition to 276 motorcycles and 327 horses.  But after World War I, cars as well as motorcycles replaced bicycles on patrol.  By the 1930's, bikes had all but disappeared from constabulary units in New York as well as other American cities.

But in the late 1960's and early 1970's, three Presidential commissions concluded that community policing was more important than technology and crime-fighting, which had been the foci of law enforcement agencies for more than three decades.  Cities began to reinstitute bicycles and, by the late 1980's, bike patrols had made a visible comeback.

Can't you just picture the Rough Rider on one of today's police bicycles?

Bike Patrol in 1899, Photo: NYPL

N.B.:  The above photo and some information in this post were taken from Bowery Boogie.

15 April 2015

The Road--And Season--Ahead

In cycling, any given time of year provides its own trials and pleasures.  In this part of the world, it is early in the Spring.  So far, riding has been a bit arduous but very exhilarating.  I think both have to do with how little riding I did this winter.

The ice and mounds of snow and slush are gone.  Some trees, bushes and other plants are budding now.  They fill me with hope, but do not yet distract me from the ones that are still bare, the ground that is barren from now and the buildings and other structures that bear the patina and show the wear and scars of the season we experienced so recently.  

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So I am not surprised to see a kind of tentative energy in the steps and body language of people, some of whom I had not seen in months. I guess I ride that way, at least some of the time:  Even though the signs of a new season are around us, something in my body--and mind--still has not quite attuned to its rhythms. At least not yet.  It's almost as if I--and, perhaps, the people I see--still need to be convinced that it is indeed Spring, and we're not going back.

As long as we're moving forward, I guess it doesn't really matter whether we're pushing through mud or promenading along a path lined with cherry blossoms--or pedaling around potholes in the streets.  There is a ride, a season, ahead.