Friday, May 18, 2007

Update:

As I mentioned in an addendum to the last post, the DOT plan to add bike lanes (and a left turn lane) to 9th St. was passed by the community board. That's not to say it went on without a fight. Previously, the plan had been brought up to CB6 by the DOT and, after complains from 9th St residents, was sent back to the DOT was further discussion by the board. The forum I went to happened because the DOT sent the proposal back to CB6, along with the distinct impression that everyone opposed was being a bit irrational. I have to say, I am apt to agree. I have never been to a community board meeting, but never have I seen such rancor, such flat-out contempt, as I saw among the residents who opposed it. The first voice of opposition (and the first speaker), I was sure, was going to be kicked out of the proceedings. I can't even remember what the question was (only questions were allowed, no statements, though people sure found ways to sneak the latter in, on both sides), she was so loud and rude. She interrupted the DOT speakers numerous times, attempted to ask follow-up "questions" (also not allowed), raised her hand, despite being told that everyone would have a turn to ask a question before they allowed a second round and generally made a nuisance of herself. Though there were some exceptions, I found the divide to be extremely generational. Almost guaranteed, if a speaker started out with 'I am a 9th St resident, I've lived in Brooklyn all my life/50 years/etc', the next words were an opposition to the plan. There seemed to be a distinct seperation between "old brooklyn", which did not want the plan and "new brooklyn", which did. Though there was the occasional agitated cyclists, the group that did themselves the most disservice were the opposition. One accused the co-chair of the CB6 of playing favorites, only choosing pro-plan people to speak, claiming a conspiracy. Another, the appalling highlight of the night, said..and I quote:
"So you have a plan! You know who else had a plan? HITLER!"

No one in the room, even most of the opposition, knew how to respond to that one.
Yes, adding a left turn and bike lane, it's just like systematically killing Jewish people. It's exactly like that!

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Thursday, May 17, 2007

Random Bike Stuff

May is Bike Month and, in particular, tomorrow (Friday May 18th) is National Bike to Work Day. Though biking is part of my everyday world, I've been thinking about various aspects of biking in the city quite a bit lately. I'm not going to bother trying to tie one story to the other, consider this post a series of mini rants.

God, I hate driving in New York
By "New York", I do mean New York City. It's a very common thing to, shortly after moving to the city, simply drop the "city" part of the name. After all, where else could a resident possibly be talking about...Albany? anyways, Two days ago, I was asked to drive to an area of Brooklyn called Bay Ridge. I was picking up cupcakes for a party and, being a short 90 blocks, it seemed relatively close. I borrowed my boss's car and started making my way there. No sooner had I gotten on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway before I was stuck in stopped traffic. The same traffic I see everyday. I ended up having to get off the highway, pump a bit of $3.15/gallon gas into the car and take side roads the whole way. Total time it took me to drive a total of 180 blocks: over an hour and half. To give this distance some perspective, I could bike there in less time. Truly, I have biked into that same area and, from my house, it takes just about half an hour. I don't understand this car culture in the city. When not only is the subway faster, but *biking* is faster (and completely free to fill up the tank! ;)), why do people still pile into their cars to wait and wait and wait!?

In Related News
I am heading to my first community meeting tonight. I will be there in support of a DOT proposed plan for a "road diet" for 9th St. The plan includes adding a bike lane to this street and is based on the idea that there is simply not enough traffic for the road (which results in people going too fast and causing dangerous conditions). Despite the fact that this road has been the site of many accidents, including a famous one in which a car crashed into Dizzy's Diner, there is actually a very vocal opposition to this plan! The opposition's viewpoint seems, to me, focused on two points. One, they don't want to encourage cyclists to use a dangerous road. This is neglecting the fact that cyclists, like myself, are already using the road and that the bike lane is intended to make the road less dangerous. The next point of argument is that people are afraid of losing the "right' to double-park on the street (parking in a bike lane is technically illegal). I say 'technically' because, in my time biking these city streets (and, as you readers know, I've biked ALOT of them), I have never seen a car get ticketed for being in the bike lane. That's not to say it doesn't happen. Today, on my way home from work, I counted 8 cars parked in the bike lane, in just a 13 block span. That's more than a car every other block. I don't think these people get (or care) about the impact of this. Everytime a car parks in a bike lane, the cyclists who are supposed to be using that lane are forced out into the main flow of traffic. Now, fast as bikes can go, they do not go as fast as a car, so cars behind the cylists must either move further to the left to avoid them or slow down to accomodate them. Though these sound like rational courses of action, I have learned that you can never trust a motorist to be rational. It remains the equivilent of waking into oncoming traffic. If everyone notices you, you'll be fine, but all it takes is one car to not notice you. You see, when two cars hit, the drivers walk out of their vehicles, maybe yell at one another, call the cops and exchange insurance info. If a bike and a car hit, while the driver may be fine, the cyclist can look forward to serious injury or perhaps death.
Update: The DOT's proposed plan passed!

Think Before You Act
I can not count the number of times I have been honked at by drivers. I actually had a delivery van curse me out the other day. (I called him a few choice words too, I should add). It's always ironic that, most of the time it happens, I am going with the flow of traffic and, if I were a car going the same speed, the driver would think nothing of it. In over half the occasions, I've even passed the driver later on, while I zoomed through stopped traffic. After driving in the city, I think it's the act of driving that makes people like that. Something about being in a huge enclosed metal box makes me people assholes. I'm not quite sure why. It's no wonder that a group of cyclists move like a silent stream while a group of cars is called Gridlock and is accompanied by the honking of horns and gnashing of teeth.

Well, I'm off my high horse for the day. Thanks!

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Tuesday, May 08, 2007

"Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan"


Two days ago, Genevieve and I completed our first first bike tour. During the Five Boro Bike Tour, we rode a (car-free) 42 miles through the streets of New York. The tour took us through all five boroughs (Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Staten Island and Manhattan). Genevieve sent a beautifully detailed e-mail about the whole ride out, which I will reprint at the bottom of this post. Since that covers the details of the tour pretty well, I'll stick to talking about some feelings (good and bad) I took out of the ride.

First, the best feeling of all: seeing thousands of bicycles on the Brooklyn Queens Expressway (the tour roster was the biggest ever, with 42,000 cyclists taking part). I ride near the BQE everyday on my way to work and it's constantly gridlocked. It doesn't matter if I'm heading to work at 4 in the afternoon or 8 in the morning, cars simply do not move on the BQE. Now, if you turned all the bikes on the expressway on sunday into cars, you would not only have that traffic instantly, but you would literally have to pile cars on top of one another to get those sort of numbers. With the bikes though, traffic moved. Thousands of cyclists flowed like a river over the concrete: silently moving along. It was probably the first time I've ever been on a highway and felt some sort of peace of mind, it felt almost like a utopian vision. The only sound was people talking to one another and not on cell phones either: person to person. I finished the tour imagining what it would be like if commuter traffic in New York stopped (obviously, there will always be and should be commercial traffic). It was a good image.

My feelings were deflated a bit on the ferry ride back to Manhattan (from the end in Staten Island), when both Genevieve and I overheard conversations where people expressed the general sentiment of "oh man, now that the tour is over, I never want to ride my bike again until next year!" Apparently, some folks were so exhausted from riding 42 miles on their own power, they were positively ecstatic to get back to their cars. I guess some people don't see the broader picture.

The next day, it was back to normal. I was back riding with cars again. As I made my way down Union St., after dropping books off at the library, I was honked at and skimmed past by an impatient driver. I sighed and pedaled on (and, though it was a bit immature, gave him the finger as I passed him when he got stuck in traffic just a block down the road).

Anyways, without further ado, those who want to see picture from the tour, head here. Genevieve's e-mail is below:

Patrick and I rode in the 5 Boro Bike Tour yesterday.

We got up at a very painful 5:30am to get ready for the ride. After stretching, breakfast, and last minute bike-packing, we were out of the house at about 6:45. We were the only ones on the road from Park Slope to Cobble Hill, but once we were on the Clinton St bike lane we started picking up other riders at every block like the pied piper. By the time we exited the Brooklyn Bridge and headed onto Broadway, the road was filled with cyclists. As I remarked to Patrick, "It's like critical mass
except the cops are helping."

We followed directions from tour marshals to Church St and ended up in formation (also known as a sea of cyclists) on Church between Park Place and Murray St. The tour formation started at Battery Park and stretched
to the starting line at Franklin St; over 20 blocks of what we later found out was 42,000 people.

After waiting in the cold (the low was something like 40 degrees the night before) for what seemed like forever, we started out, very slowly, at a little after 8. They were letting people go in sections, so we walked the bikes a few blocks, stopped, and then walked some more until we got near Franklin St where we actually got going.

It was a beautiful, smooth ride up Church St and 6th Ave for all of about 15-20 minutes, when we all had to stop at 49th st. to wait to enter Central Park. Between 10,000 more people than last year, the much narrower Central Park roads, and crossing floats lining up for the Israel Day parade, we were stuck there for about an hour and a half.

It was slow going in Central Park as well, as people got into their own grooves, and also figured out that we were supposed to be on the car section of the path, and the bike lanes were now filled with joggers. We finally hit the (relatively) open road as we exited the park onto Adam Clayton Powell Blvd (aka 7th Ave north of the park). We took that up through what I think is Harlem (we crossed 125th St) and then took the Madison Ave bridge into the Bronx.

We were in the Bronx for literally about 5 minutes, long enough to count it in the "5 boro tour" and long enough for the marshals to point out Yankee Stadium to all of the people from out of town. We reentered Manhattan and got onto our first highway, FDR Drive. It really is an amazing thing to see a highway filled with cyclists, and it gives such a perspective on traffic density, realizing that it would be physically impossible to have a car for every rider on the road.

After a quick break to call Caleb, we arrived at the Queensboro Bridge, where he and JoAnne were waiting to snap a picture and cheer us on as we entered the first long bridge of the trip. It was really windy and pretty steep, but I made it up the incline of the bridge, and met Patrick when we reached the bottom in Queens.

A brief ride through Long Island City, and we crossed the Pulaski bridge into Greenpoint, Brooklyn. We rode through Greenpoint and Williamsburg and then stopped at the rest area near the Navy Yard for bathrooms, snacks, and some general refueling.

The next leg of the tour took us through the business district of Dumbo, where a lot of riders were stopping off for a slice at Grimaldis, and then down Columbia Street in Downtown Brooklyn and onto the Brooklyn Queens Expressway at Atlantic Ave.

For those of you who have ridden to F train to our apartment, the BQE is the elevated highway that can be seen from the train when it is above ground. We rode up the BQE to the top, where the view was amazing, but I couldn't stop for a picture because, for once, traffic was actually moving on the highway.

We followed the road down through the edge of our neighborhood and into Sunset Park and Bay Ridge, where we split off onto the very scenic Shore Parkway, which runs south along the bay on the eastern edge of Brooklyn. The whole way down the parkway, the Verrazano Bridge loomed in the distance, like a challenging nemesis waiting for me.

We followed a clover leaf exit off the parkway and into the final rest area, literally beneath the bridge. After stretching, eating, drinking, and psyching myself up, it was time for the lest leg of the tour, 3 miles across the Verrazano Bridge into Staten Island. I paced myself along it and, surprisingly, it wasn't too bad. We ended up at the tour-ending festival at Fort Wadsworth in Staten Island at about 1:45. If it hadn't been for the wait at Central Park, we would have completed the tour in about 4 - 4 1/2 hours.

After surveying the long lines for less than appetizing food (who wants to eat hot dogs after biking for 40 miles?), we headed down on the longest 3 miles of the tour to the ferry dock. Between a lot of people, a broken down ferry, and the fact that, even with the tour, they could only manage to get the ferries running every 30 minutes, we waited about an hour before we were ready to board. I have to say that it made us really glad we don't live on Staten Island, because we really felt trapped there.

We arrived back in Manhattan at about 4:30, and foolishly for me, started trying to bike home, very stiff and sore after sitting for so long. I had heard about "hitting the wall", but I didn't realize how dramatic and sudden that could be. About halfway up the incline on the Brooklyn Bridge, I was overcome with the most total physical exhaustion I have ever felt. Since we weren't near a train that would take me home, and once I made it to the top it would be downhill most of the way home, I walked up the bridge and we rode to Smith St in Cobble Hill. Once there, Patrick continued home, while I took the subway 3 stops instead of facing the 4 block incline to our house.

All told, I biked about 47 miles and Patrick did about 50. And yes, I would do it again, although I hope they will cap the registrations earlier in the future.

Good Things:
- I finished the ride!
- It was really fun seeing the city by bike, especially riding on the highways.
- I didn't have to walk my bike up any of the bridges in the tour.
- Neither of us got into an accident (which I, at least, feel very lucky for, since we saw a guy being taken away in an ambulance)
- People were generally really nice.
- It was well organized.
- They didn't run out of food, water, or toilet paper at any of the rest areas.
- I'm not sunburned.
- I'm not too sore today.

Not So Good Things:
- There were about 10,000 too many people
- Waiting to start, at Central Park, and for the ferry. (It was well organized, but for about 30k, not 42k)
- It was really, really cold waiting to start
- The one thing I forgot to bring was lip balm, and my lips are still chapped today.
- I really should have just taken the subway home.

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Thursday, April 12, 2007

I woke up this morning to find out that Kurt Vonnegut had died.

I remember when I first read one of his books. It was "Breakfast of Champions". A friend of mine had lent it to me and it turned out to be only the start. About a year later, I was making weekly run to Half-Price Books to buy more of his books, which I was tearing through at a intense rate. "God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater", "Bluebeard", "Cat's Cradle", "Sirens of Titan", "Welcome to the Monkeyhouse" and more, including his famous "Slaughterhouse Five" and "Mother Night", the latter of which is still my favorite and I've been re-reading it today in memory of this great writer. I even remember "Galapagos", the one Vonnegut book I could never get through (honestly, I found it boring).

Though, now, I often find his books a little "young" for me, I still consider him one of my favorite writers. I am sorry to see him go.

"And so on."

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Friday, March 30, 2007

In my previous article, I mentioned a future ride that would bring me to Roosevelt Island. Well, just a few days later, here we are! Actually, despite the slight dip in temperature, the weather turned out to be perfect for a ride. The skies were sunny and clear and the wind was low. I was ready to complete my touring of New York City and head off into Queens and, once again, off the island (though a considerably smaller distance). Still, it's nice to be out and about in the city in spring!



Though probably one of the most photographed places in Brooklyn, I thought the Soldiers' and Sailors' Memorial Arch was as good a place to start as any.



If there's one thing I've learned while biking New York, it's that you really have to trust the maps that there's a bike path on a bridge. I mean really trust them. I don't know about you, but when I came upon this scene (it's the Pulaski Bridge, which connects Brooklyn and Queens, by the way), I couldn't for the life of me fathom there being a bike lane. All I saw was 4 lanes of very high speed traffic. Sure enough, though extremely well hidden (psst..its under the bridge), it's there.



And here it is! A barbed-wire entrance off of an industrial road. Friendly!



The upside is that, while crossing over the bridge, you get a pretty amazing view of the city. Not Brooklyn Bridge "amazing", but still..quite nice. It took me a few times to get this shot. I was standing on the drawbridge portion of the bridge and it shook pretty well everytime a car passed over it.



Into Queens, I go. Apparently, Helen Marshall doesn't have the same sense of humor that our Marty Markowitz has. Still, it was nice to have the transition be acknowledged.



I wasn't able to find too much information on this sign online (except other people who also took pictures of it). There were quite a few of these in Long Island City, where I was biking through. They seemed to lay out a path one could hike to tour the neighborhood. To be quite honest though, I don't know who would want to. This would mark my second time in LIC and neither time left me very impressed. The area where this sign appeared was actually pretty industrial.



The Queensboro Bridge. I had a bit of trouble finding a good place to take this shot. As you can see, there were alot of trees at the base of the bridge. Not that I have a problem with that, it just made finding a good angle hard and I did want to get a shot of it. During an earlier plan, I had intended to ride over the bridge, as well. After reading numerous accounts by other cyclists about how crappy it was, I decided against it and instead continued on.



Roosevelt Island, bringing a new definition to "peace and quiet" in the city. Living in New York, you take noise for granted. It's always there, like a constant hum. Roosevelt Island, on the other hand, which is very small and mainly travelled by foot, was incredibly serene. On a sunny day like today, it was hard not to want to spend my whole day relaxing there. The only constant sound is of the water around you. Not a bad thing at all.



The lighthouse on the tip of the island. Apparently it was built in 1872 by the same designer who did St. Patrick's cathedral. Just north of the lighthouse was the same small island I pictured in my first trip (along with the Triborough Bridge. What you might not know is that there was a little debate at home as to what that island was (as well as the bridge itself, which Genevieve was right on, it is the Triborough). Turns out, it's called Mill Rock Park, a small island that's been closed to the public since the 1960's.



A bow of the ship built into the island, looking out into Manhattan. Okay, technically, Roosevelt Island is part of the borough of Manhattan (making it 3 boroughs I hit during today's trip), but you know what I mean.




These two sculptures by Tom Otterness were just off of the edge of the island. I've seen this artist's work before, in the subway. Though the first one is kind of cute, I found the second to be more than a little creepy.

This probably marks my last "tour" within the city, not counting any official ones like the Five Boro Bike Tour", which Genevieve and I plan on doing this year, as well as "The New York Century", which these rides have been my way of gauging if I'll be prepared for. In case you don't know, a bike tour that's a "Century" is 100 miles. I'm going to be working up my endurance at Prospect Park. According to my math, I'll have to be able to do the lap 30 times in order to equal 100 miles. Don't expect pictures of that ;)

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Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Escape from New York

In this week's trip, I leave the county of Kings (and the city of New York) to head into Long Island, ending up in Atlantic Beach, New York. The ride started out well. 70 degrees, sunnny and a path that runs along the ocean coast, what can you not like? The return trip, on the other hand, was a bit of a nightmare. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Onto the pictures!


The first leg of the trip was to head to Coney Island (again). This time, I opted to use a seperated bike path running along Ocean Pkwy. After experiencing the amount of street-riding needed for the alternative path on my last trip, it seemed like a better bet. There's more stops, but the whole trip to Coney Island could be made on a single, continuous, path.




Once the bike path ended, there was a bit of road biking before I was back off the road again at Manhattan Beach. You can't see it here, but the whole area is populated by fishing boats and, strangely, swans. There was a whole flock of the birds in the water. It's definitely the least scenic waterfront area around.


A bridge! This one is the Marine Parkway Bridge, not quite as well known (or nearly as attractive) as the Brooklyn or Manhattan Bridge, this one bridges Jamaica Bay and took me into the Rockaway Peninsula (and, technically, into Queens). Because of the very narrow pedestrian bridge, bike riding was prohibited. I did still end up biking it, but not without a little fear. I don't know if you can see it from this photo, but there's a large gap between the path and the main part of the road. What this means is that I could see the water (very far!) below me from both sides. There was absolutely no way to fall over, but that didn't stop the death grip I had on my handlebars.




The Atlantic Ocean! Now, I've biked along the Hudson River, East River, Lake Erie and the Erie Canal, but no body of water matches riding along the ocean. The whole experience was made even more peaceful by the fact it is the off-season and nobody was on the beach or the boardwalk. In fact, if you've never had a chance to go to a ghost town, go to a popular beach on the off-season. It was very weird to know that, in a few months time, this very abandoned looking place will be bustling with people..




The boardway stretched on for milles and marked the most relaxing part of the trip. I was a bit amazed, as it basically extends the whole length of the peninsula.






For those who don't live in the city, I'll explain what this is. This is what's called a 'ghost bike', it's been placed there, along with the marker you see in the picture below it, to mark the spot where someone was killed on a bike by a car. I had actually read about this person on the day before my trip and was suprised when I came upon the memorial. It was a very sad case, made worse by the fact the driver was never charged. This is not uncommon in the city and many bike/car collisions get classified as accidents and not vehicular manslaughter. Ironically, the next car to pass me was an SUV.




Looking over into Nassau County from the bridge. During this picture, I was not biking over the bridge. In addition to it being prohibited to bike over, on this bridge they backed it up with a $250 fine. As it was well supervised, it wasn't worth it to me to risk it and I walked my bike over.




The Village of Atlantic Beach, New York. This was the first time, during my trips, that I'd left the city and it really felt like it. Nothing about this town seems to reveal that one of the biggest cities in America was a couple bridges away. It felt truly and utterly suburban, with not a single house above 2 or 3 stories. I felt like a big 'city boy' too, when I presumed that a "Coffee Shop" would be the type that served a variety of a coffee & espresso drinks and pastries. Instead, the West End Coffee Shop, the end of my journey and where I got the worst chocolate milkshake in my life, was nothing more than a diner.




By this point, I was back on the peninsula and heading home. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw this cat. The area he's in was abandoned (and it didn't look like for just the summer either), but he seemed to be well fed and was friendly. Then again, I couldn't really reach him. The boardwalk was above this area and I'd have to jump the rail and fall below the boardwalk to get to him and maybe he knew that.




The scariest looking "whale" I've seen in my life. I don't know if this was made by a class of children or by some artist, but in attempting to be playful, it looks positively psychotic.




Now the trip starts going downhill. Perhaps that's the wrong word to use. You see, I was actually going against the wind and uphill most of the way home. The wind that was to my back and made the trip out a breeze made the trip back sheer torture. Instead of heading home the same way, I decided to take an alternative route over the Cross Bay Bridge, a longer bridge which goes over another small island (whose name I do not know, but this picture was taken in). Sometime during this journey home, I also lost my map. So, when the path deposited me in Howard Beach (right near JFK airport) before abruptly ending, I was quite sure where to go. Knowing a bike path ran along the bay, I did my best to get back to that. In the end, I found it. What I didn't think about though was the fact that I'd ended up pretty close to parallel to my house, farther east. So, instead of cutting through on roads and taking, literally, hours out of my trip, I took the path, which took me way further south. This was all made even more aggrevating by the conditions of the 'path', if it could be called that. You see, the path runs along the Belt Pkwy, a highway.


At times, there wasn't even a railing to seperate the path from the highway. As you see here, I am riding alongside oncoming traffic on a walkway which, though it's supposed to be wide enough for 2 lanes of bike traffic and 1 lane of pedestrian, it barely wide enough for just me. If I were to fall at this point, it would be straight into high speed traffic. Yet they call this a Greenway.





Other times, the water was at fault. See those white spots? Those are millions of shards of shells. They literally lined the path. I was lucky to have larger, hybrid tires. I can imagine your average road bike tires getting slashed to bits by these things.




My last picture of the trip. This is what it looked like when I wasn't riding along the highway or over shells. Can you see the trash strewn along the branches? I certainly could. Ah, nature! I actually ended up giving up when I reached Coney Island. All in all, I'd biked over 50 miles and for approx 6+ hours and just didn't feel like making the trip from there, one that I'd made a few times before. So, I took the subway home.


This marks one of my last trips within the city. I have a (much shorter) trip planned up to Roosavelt Island, going through parts of Brooklyn and Queens. After that, I'm kind of out of bike paths, of any sort of good length, in the city. Soon, the LIRR and Metronorth will helping me start my routes.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2007

With a day off from work and temperatures in the 60's, I decided to continue the trip I logged previously. I had plans for later in the day, so I didn't take as long of a trip as I'd like, but it was definitely a good day out.




This is where I had to turn around on my last trip. As you can see, the conditions have improved greatly.




Though bike paths in New York seem to often have to involve a little street riding, this one was irritating on another level: the bikepath was broken for a parking lot.




There were spots like this in Manhattan, but I still couldn't help but appreciate the irony of the above photograph. If you look, above the broken sign, you'll see the Greenway sign.




Coney Island at last!

Though most of the boardwalk was closed for the winter season, I still got a shot of the classic Nathan's Hot Dogs.




After about an hour of biking, a window full of candy apples was too much to resist! I also ended up getting one of the little sticks you see in the front, which were candy covered marshmallows. How were they? Honestly, not that good, certainly not as good as the snack mix I brought for myself. It was still a neat place to stop in.




The Cyclone at Coney Island.




The Coney Island boardwalk. This was perhaps the best part of the trip. It was quiet, with just the creaking of the boards, the whirr of my tires and occasional bits of conversation from construction workers to dot the soundscape.




This picture was taken in the neighborhood of Homecrest. I'd not heard of it before and for good reason, it's completely boring. Two blocks of it were a little unsettling though. You see this house here? The whole block, both sides of it, were lined with houses that looked identical to this one. The next block was lined with houses that also looked exactly the same, except with a different design.




The Sears & Roebuck building. From the look of it, I kept expecting Cary Grant to come walking out of it.




I hope this picture and the one after it truly convey the creepiness of this Midwood home. The single upstairs window was covered in the faux-stained glasswork you see here and it just looked like something out of a horror movie. This picture was actually taken on a side street, a glimpse out of the corner of my eye brought me to it.





This place is in our neighborhoood. I'd never visited it before, but in need of a little sugar fix, I stopped by on my way back. Inside, it looks exactly as you'd imagine: like it hasn't changed in over 50 years. Pretty amazing.


That's it! I got through a whole set of pictures with not one of a bridge! Next up, Northern Brooklyn and Queens.

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