My friend Valerie and I were biking back to Clinton Hill from Williamsburg. It was evening; she wanted to take the Wythe route through the Jewish part of the neighborhood, as it was better lit and less hilly. I noticed a woman in a traditional white long sleeve blouse, long black skirt, and tights signaling… Continue reading The Jew, the Jew, and the Gentile
It makes me sick that this happened. It also makes me sick that transportation precautions to protect cyclists and pedestrians are lacking in more places than they are present, and that they would absolutely mitigate the chance of fatalities. What will it take for the City to act? Also, the Bandes family has my deepest… Continue reading Community Calls For Improved Safety Measures At Brooklyn Intersection
Clear, simply-put argument for the benefit of bike parking rather than car parking. But, that’s because I’m a cyclist. If you’re a car owner in a city of already-limited places to park, I can see where this is frustrating and continues to separate, rather than unite, a community (in this article’s case, my community). It’s… Continue reading Bike Corrals Expanding Access to Businesses
Big Sky, Montana
RIP, bike. 1999-2012. You were a good bike and we went through a lot. You got hit by a port-a-potty door, pooped on by birds, hit by a truck, and doored a handful of times; you survived the elements, crossed bridges, scaled hills, safely delivered me to work and volunteering, and did some wheelies; you… Continue reading
I took an awesome (and free!) bike class at the Brooklyn Brainery last month taught by Emily Scott, an avid cyclist with enthusiasm and smarts to boot. We covered everything from proper gear (Isle Jacobse’s great raincoats and a white helmet for increased visibility, for instance) to highest risk situations (like cars making left turns… Continue reading Biking In Heels: Cycling For Women
Curbside haiku in Brooklyn Heights. Sad, witty, informative, and hopefully game changing.
Before anyone worries, I’m ok minus a little whiplash (no fun). Just completely shaken up. I was biking to work (as I like to do 1-3 times per week) and was in the Sixth Avenue bike lane. The lane is on the left side of the road, and I ride super defensively on it because… Continue reading I got hit by a truck.
This evening I was biking home minding my own business and following all street rules. Then out of nowhere people start yelling CUT CUT CUT I had biked onto a movie set oblivious to all the lights and people and orange cones on the sidewalk. I felt very sorry so i apologized to a man… Continue reading A short story. Nonfiction.