As many of my readers and facebook followers already know, I took over a month off from cycling and filming due to a rib and shoulder injury sustained in August.
This forced hiatus from my regular riding, filming, and blogging activities, gave me time to create my 5 Boro Bike Tour Montage series as well as focus on ideas for my first feature film, "Bike Your City".
Bike Your City is a cycling advocacy film that aims to encourage people to ride near their own homes by showing them first hand how you can explore even the most busy cities and towns by bicycle without fear, all the while soaking in scenery you never would find on foot or by car.
Please take your time to visit my Kickstarter project page and watch the videos and read about my project in greater depth to decide if you would like to contribute.
Some unique rewards are limited quantity, so don't wait!
The short version of my promotional video for my first project on Kickstarter. Footage was shot on my first ride from Astoria to Governors Island. (Music is the song "The Carpet" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
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P.S. - 50 mile trip to Rockaways completed, filming is now back in full swing. Blog post coming soon.
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Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
8-2-2012 Astoria to Throgs Neck Bridge (46.6 miles)
Last week I had made plans to ride with my friend Juan on Thursday. He had expressed interest in riding with me up to the Throgs Neck bridge for a training ride and so I could show him the Brooklyn Queens Greenway as it stretches North, and East.
We set the time for 10:30am and the place would be the Wards Island/103rd Street bridge. We both arrived at about the same time, and were anxious to set out on our journey.
The temperature at this time was just over 80 and the humidity had only just begun to rise so conditions were as good as they were going to be all day. After a short discussion regarding the route I thought it would be good to show Juan around the Wards Island Loop before setting off for the Throgs Neck Bridge.
Stopping on our way over the Triboro Bridge we pause so I may take some Panoramic pictures. (Unfortunately none of those pics came out good enough to share). Afterwards we made our way along my usual route past LaGuardia, Citifield, and through the heart of Flushing, entering the Greenway trails at Kissena Park.
Passing through the parks that the Greenway connects few people clogged the lanes as we continued East. I try to name the points of interest to Juan as we pass through, and name the different towns to give him an idea of where he is on the map.
Slowly the heat and humidity climbed, slowing my progress and forcing me to pace myself so that I do not succumb to cramping. Juan, being more than 10 years younger than I, kept trying to inspire me to push harder, and I had to remind him that this was likely not a good idea, and cramping would make a slower ride turn into a dead stop if I had to nurse my legs on the side of the road.
Emerging from the Greenway trails in Alley Pond (after becoming somewhat lost and dragging poor Juan through some crappy trails), we followed the well marked bike lanes that continue to weave North and East, and soon connect to the Joe Micheals mile which is the last stretch of Greenway before we reach our turn around point, Little Neck Park, and the Throgs Neck Bridge. At this point I realized my rear tire was losing air at a rather alarming rate and decided that I would have to stop at the small bike repair shop on Roosevelt Ave near 108th street.
Now heading back along the same path we arrived upon I stopped for a cola at a fast food restaurant to get a quick infusion of caffeine, and a quick cool down. At this point I was feeling even more sluggish as it was the hottest part of the day and the humidity did not seem to be improving. The Joe Michaels mile is fully exposed for the most part offering no relief from the blaring sun so I was relieved when we were following the Greenway once again.
Heading back along the bike lanes we reached Alley Pond once more, and I entered where I was confident that I would not lose track of the trail, and we quickly found the Long Island Motor Parkway again. Here is where I was able to show Juan why I enjoy this section of the Greenway so much as the succession of rolling hills allows you to cruise at high speed while cresting each hill that follows.
One of our planned rest stops was to be at the famous Lemon Ice King of Corona and we both looked eagerly forward to the sweet cool treat we could find there. Reaching Roosevelt once more I rolled up to the little repair shop and let Juan conduct most of the business for me as the mechanic seemed to only speak Spanish. It turns out, I not only needed a new tube, but I had broken spoke as well!
With a new tube and spoke installed, Juan and I finally made it down to the Ice King of Corona where I purchased a Pina Colada ice and Juan bought a cherry flavored one. Soon after devouring our treats and grimacing from the brain freeze, we were back on the road and into Astoria where I pointed Juan towards the Triboro and headed back home where I changed into swim trunks and had a relaxing dip in Astoria Park pool.
We set the time for 10:30am and the place would be the Wards Island/103rd Street bridge. We both arrived at about the same time, and were anxious to set out on our journey.
The temperature at this time was just over 80 and the humidity had only just begun to rise so conditions were as good as they were going to be all day. After a short discussion regarding the route I thought it would be good to show Juan around the Wards Island Loop before setting off for the Throgs Neck Bridge.
Descending the Triboro, using the Wards Island loop to reach the 103rd Street bridge.
Meeting Juan on the 103rd Street bridge.
Giving Juan a short spin around Wards Island before heading off to the Throgs Neck.
Stopping on our way over the Triboro Bridge we pause so I may take some Panoramic pictures. (Unfortunately none of those pics came out good enough to share). Afterwards we made our way along my usual route past LaGuardia, Citifield, and through the heart of Flushing, entering the Greenway trails at Kissena Park.
Driver cuts us off, so I film his license plate number.
Passing in front of Citifield, crossing the Roosevelt Island Bridge.
Kissena Park.
Passing through the parks that the Greenway connects few people clogged the lanes as we continued East. I try to name the points of interest to Juan as we pass through, and name the different towns to give him an idea of where he is on the map.
Slowly the heat and humidity climbed, slowing my progress and forcing me to pace myself so that I do not succumb to cramping. Juan, being more than 10 years younger than I, kept trying to inspire me to push harder, and I had to remind him that this was likely not a good idea, and cramping would make a slower ride turn into a dead stop if I had to nurse my legs on the side of the road.
St Francis Prep.
Stopping just short of some steps in Alley Pond Park.
Emerging from the Greenway trails in Alley Pond (after becoming somewhat lost and dragging poor Juan through some crappy trails), we followed the well marked bike lanes that continue to weave North and East, and soon connect to the Joe Micheals mile which is the last stretch of Greenway before we reach our turn around point, Little Neck Park, and the Throgs Neck Bridge. At this point I realized my rear tire was losing air at a rather alarming rate and decided that I would have to stop at the small bike repair shop on Roosevelt Ave near 108th street.
The Joe Michaels mile.
Little Neck Park.
Little Neck Park continued.
Little Neck Park.
Little Neck Park.
Little Neck Park.
Little Neck Park.
Now heading back along the same path we arrived upon I stopped for a cola at a fast food restaurant to get a quick infusion of caffeine, and a quick cool down. At this point I was feeling even more sluggish as it was the hottest part of the day and the humidity did not seem to be improving. The Joe Michaels mile is fully exposed for the most part offering no relief from the blaring sun so I was relieved when we were following the Greenway once again.
Heading back along the bike lanes we reached Alley Pond once more, and I entered where I was confident that I would not lose track of the trail, and we quickly found the Long Island Motor Parkway again. Here is where I was able to show Juan why I enjoy this section of the Greenway so much as the succession of rolling hills allows you to cruise at high speed while cresting each hill that follows.
Rapid descent on Long Island Motor Parkway to 188th Street park.
One of our planned rest stops was to be at the famous Lemon Ice King of Corona and we both looked eagerly forward to the sweet cool treat we could find there. Reaching Roosevelt once more I rolled up to the little repair shop and let Juan conduct most of the business for me as the mechanic seemed to only speak Spanish. It turns out, I not only needed a new tube, but I had broken spoke as well!
2 ride a BMX on Roosevelt Avenue.
With a new tube and spoke installed, Juan and I finally made it down to the Ice King of Corona where I purchased a Pina Colada ice and Juan bought a cherry flavored one. Soon after devouring our treats and grimacing from the brain freeze, we were back on the road and into Astoria where I pointed Juan towards the Triboro and headed back home where I changed into swim trunks and had a relaxing dip in Astoria Park pool.
Monday, July 30, 2012
The Farm Ride, 7-28-2012 - Amherst Massachusetts (52 miles)
Being a city dweller I don't often get chances to ride in real farm country. For this reason I was excited when Tony's Bicycles made it possible for me to join the good people at Bicycle Shows U.S. for The Farm Ride, in Amherst Massachusetts.
Friday morning I awoke at 6 to shower and put my things together for the trip to Massachusetts. The Farm Ride is a 3 day event that features rides of varying lengths for riders of all skill levels, from 15-100 miles long. There are many options for lodging as well, from a standard dorm to nearby but off campus hotel accommodations, none of the profits from which go to Bicycle Shows.
I had promised myself I would not ride before Saturday in an effort to try to save my legs for the 100 mile effort, so I put myself with my bike on the N train and had an uneventful trip to the 34th Street Herald Square station. From there it was only a few avenues roll to reach 10th and 33rd, where I was to meet my bike and body transport to Massachusetts.
There I found I was one of the early ones (as I prefer it to be), and met a couple of friendly riders already waiting on the corner. After a few minutes the inevitable friendly cyclist conversations start, and I meet a cyclist named Kevin who is also going to attempt the 100 mile route Saturday. He's a far more experienced rider than I, with a beautiful road bike carefully wrapped in protective foam for shipping.
Slowly other riders and some of the organizers arrive at the meeting point. Anne, one of the lead organizers and from what I can tell, one of Glen's (the creator of Bicycle Shows) most trusted workers in his ride organization arrives. She quickly sets out to get us all situated in the right area where we could await the final minutes before registration, and loading our bikes on the respective trucks.
Kevin and I decide to grab coffee and are joined by another rider named Tom, a friendly fellow with an honest good nature about him. We all start trading various short stories regarding other organized rides, and what our expectations were for the Farm Ride this year. By the time we returned to the meeting area a table was being set for registration, and in only a few minutes the trucks for our bikes, and the bus for the people arrived.
Soon we all piled onto the large charter bus, and got ourselves situated comfortably for the ride. I had not slept more than maybe 5 hours the night before so I periodically dozed off, making the trip seem shorter than it's 3+ hours. During the ride we were supplied with cardboard lunch boxes complete with gourmet sandwiches, fruit, drink, and chips. After shaking the bottle too much, the fizzy fruit drink I opened erupted partially onto my clothing and the nice people around me helped by supplying me with their napkins.
There was no escaping the heat and humidity of the city, and Amherst was equally muggy. The combination made it feel as if it was in the high 80's and my body responded as per usual, by pouring sweat whenever I exerted myself in the least. The "command center" for the ride was situated on the first floor of a deluxe dorm building set near the parking lot. Everyone was anxious to get to their rooms with their gear, so we all lined up in the lobby to receive our room keys. The truck shipping the bikes was a little delayed so I had time to stash my bag at my standard dorm room before coming back out to the lot to retrieve my bike.
I must say that throughout this entire event I met so many great people! I really and truly wish I could remember them all by name and I know I forgot some names, but here goes! Kevin, Kenneth, Tom, Dana, Moshe (and his lady friend!), Christina, Jess, Diane, James, Jared, Joe, Micheal, Glen(!), Sue, Rocko, (the nice couple across the hall, so sorry I cannot remember your names), Ursula, Mark (and his lady friend!), Susanna, Johnny, Graham, Brian (from Bike Hoboken), Andrea, Doug, Jill, Jodie, Anderson, ugh... Who else am I forgetting...? The nice ladies from Westchester who like to hike and bike! The nice woman with the Capricorn jewelery.... (sorry!). Phew! If I forgot your name, and we met, my sincere apologies. Comment or send me a message if you want the proper shout out, I would be happy to make the correction, or addition.
Soooo, now I've arrived in my room and drop off my gear, and set my bike against the desk where it will stay until Saturday. Friday's ride was a short 20 miles to a self paid dinner of your choice. As I had promised myself that I would not ride Saturday, and due to the fact that I was getting hungry early, I walked from my dorm to main street and tried to read the menus in the windows of the restaurants I passed. On my way to main street I was passed by some of the other Farm Riders who were off on their afternoon rides and managed to shoot a picture as they pass.
Coming to the end of main street I called out to a man who was getting into his car. I had hoped he was a local when I asked, "Where should I eat? I'm from New York!". He happily began listing some of the local spots I had passed, and I thought the restaurant Judie's seemed to fit the bill. I ate a delicious grilled chicken with lobster ravioli dish which came with a salad, and large popover, and apple butter. The food was excellent and the service prompt, I recommended this spot to others who informed me later that they were pleased with the choice of restaurant.
Returning to my dorm, still feeling a bit tired, I relaxed in the tiny twin bed watching television on my phone. By nightfall I decided I should seek some the Harpoon Brewery beers that were on offer, as well as make more efforts to meets more of the good people in attendance. Good beer, good conversation, and good vibes were all around while I relaxed in the command center area with other riders, and some staff pulling together the last details before tomorrows ride. Conversation often veered back to the subject of cycling, and organized rides, with Glen even offering a little insight into the factors as to why things sometimes take an unfortunate turn for the worse. Time flies as they say, and I was walking back to my room at around 11 to try to to get at least 6 hours sleep before the ride.
Upon waking I showered and geared up, and made it out to the starting area. I was a little early and arrived as they were just beginning to set things out. I anxiously awaited the bagels, and coffee, I had been looking forward to. Here is where I met Jared and Joe, 2 friendly riders fairly new to the sport, from Connecticut. Both had hopes of completing the 100 mile route, and were also excited to hit the road. I asked if they would mind if I rode with them a little, and they said they would be happy if I did. As they were both lighter than I, and riding road bikes, I knew I would not be able to stick with them for too long, especially if I stop for panoramic pictures, and properly pace myself.
Now on the road, following Jared and Joe, I could tell that conditions were not going to be ideal. The air was like hot soup, slowly simmering my flushed skin and panting body, and making every effort feel twice as laborious. I knew from prior experience that I tend to cramp more often when it is humid so I tried to eat potassium rich foods (bananas, dried apricots), hydrate often, and most importantly, pace myself.
Jared pulled away first, and I followed closer to Joe for awhile, and when I came upon my first panoramic opportunity I pulled over and watched as he wound away down the road.
Now riding alone I continued along the route keeping a watchful eye out for the bright pink spray painted turn symbols which mark the 100 mile route. Passing the many fields of food, and flowers, I was taken with the unspoiled and idyllic scenery, waving at farmers who apparently know nothing about taking Saturday's off. All of this a special treat for a guy who mainly rides in the 5 boroughs of New York City, and had only rode by sparse farm land on Long Island, and some wilderness when riding in Westchester, and points North.
At about the 22 mile mark I reached the first rest area in Historic Deerfield. I fed myself, and filled my water bladder, all the while drinking cups of sports drink for electrolytes. Here I spoke with Brian for the first time, a friendly and knowledgeable ride Marshall from New Jersey.
The homes in this section of Deerfield are beautifully preserved historic sites featuring old family homes interspersed with houses containing museum exhibits as an example of how life was in a bygone age. Thoroughly enjoying the sites, sounds, and smells, of rural Massachusetts I rode further along the route looking forward to more of the same.
Somewhere near the 30 mile mark we reached an old bridge spanning a river surrounded by thick canopy. Stopping to shoot pictures I left my video camera recording as a rider passes commenting on the beauty I say, "It's Gorgeous.".
When I was ready to leave I found myself riding with 2 road bike riders, one of which had mentioned that he thought he had seen my 5 Boro Bike Tour footage. I was able to pace them on the flats, but soon they pulled away from me up the first hill we came upon.
The picturesque vistas continued to roll out as my feet unwound the route beneath me. Nary a hill too long (though a few short but steep hills I walked up as the humidity was severely inhibiting my abilities), the ride proved to be mostly flat, as advertised. Passing old antiques shops and even more historical homes; the lush fields seemed endless, farm stands, farm trade, diligent workers harvesting, feed stores and the like, just as one might expect.
More and more the humidity rose, and it felt as if it was squeezing the life out of me. My legs which were already starting to show the early signs of cramping were quickly becoming less cooperative. I kept ratcheting down the speed using gearing as best I could to stay within my comfort zone. Unfortunately it didn't seem to do me any good and real cramping was setting in.
After walking one of those steep hills mentioned earlier, I felt my legs hovering on the verge of full cramp meltdown, this was all directly concurrent to the slow relentless climb in humidity that was boiling my chubby self internally. At the top of this hill I put my bike to the side, and stretch in the grass in an effort to allow my legs to recuperate. It was at this time that the raindrops got heavier, and I unplugged my camera and wrapped it along with other sensitive electronics in the heavy plastic bag inside my backpack.
Now the rain was becoming steady, and with the thankful break in air humidity came the ultimate in environmental humidity, a relentless, thunderous, pounding, torrential downpour! In short order I'm completely soaked, riding through puddles nearly 6 inches deep, head down, squinting for the pink route markers. I stopped briefly under some shelter to try to gauge if there might be a break in the rain on the horizon, but it only seemed to come down harder.
I resigned myself to pedaling to the next rest area knowing full well there would likely be a group of other riders there either hold up waiting out the rain, or waiting for a support truck to pick up there bikes, and a van to pick take them to our dorms. Sure enough about a dozen other riders were in the small school lobby where the 50+ mile mark rest area was, mostly waiting for a pick up for themselves, and their bikes. In about 45mins time we were in the van heading back marveling at the stalwart people who refused to give in to the elements and continued to ride regardless of the flood warnings blowing up our phones, advertising dangerous conditions for hours to come.
The mood in the van was positive, and soon I was back to my dorm and taking a warm shower. After which, I met up with a small group of other riders near the deluxe dorms where we called a cab to get to the after ride meal at the Sugar Shack.
The food throughout this entire event is top notch, and the sugar shack was no exception. Classic BBQ was on offer, with delicious salads, plenty of beverages, beer, pie, and ice cream too. Engaging in a variety of good conversation while stuffing myself to the gills, the rain never let up the whole time. Still people were seen completing their rides, and were greeted with applause from the revelers.
After I was fully sated, I hopped into a van back to the dorms once more. I now relaxed in my room, watching television on my phone planning to partake in booze and the theme parties in the suites. Fully rested I walked over to the dorms where the parties would be. There was a Tiki party with tropical cocktails and tater tots, "Farmi Gras" with the classic hurricane drinks, an Olympics party which encouraged patriotic "games", a Whiskey room which had... whiskey, with pizza and Margarita machines in the command center area.
Drinks flowed freely, people enjoyed themselves thoroughly, and I tried to flow room to room and meet and talk to as many people as I could. Cyclists are such a wonderfully diverse group of good natured people, I like to think the Endorphins from exercise, and a healthy dose of outdoor activity make them generally more positive people.
After a few drinks and snacks I walked back to my room a little before midnight, calling my girlfriend for an evening chat before crashing for the night.
Breakfast was served in the lobby of the dorm the next morning, and a number of people planned to ride the scheduled 9A.M. 40 mile ride regardless of more rain on the horizon (which began to fall before noon). All of my gear was still sopping wet, and I had not thought to use the laundry in the dorms as other more thoughtful people had so I opted to not ride the Sunday ride. I had heard that there was going to be an early departure option so I signed up for the noon option rather than waiting for 3P.M. to roll around.
Our bikes were loaded into a truck, and we piled into 3 separate vans now heading back to New York. Many of us dozed as we made our way back. We stopped only once shortly before finishing our trip into the heart of Manhattan. For once the conditions were in my favor and the rain let up at almost the exact time that we arrived where we would unload.
I quickly said goodbye to some folks, and hopped on my bike to ride the 6+ miles home through midtown, and over the 59th Street Bridge, for my usual route through Long Island City, and finally back home to Astoria contemplating my experience during my first Farm Ride with Bicycle Shows U.S.. Though I had not completed the century route, I did not feel too badly about it as I had finished the 108.9 mile route to Montauk the month prior, and will have more than a few more chances to ride centuries before the cycling season ends.
Friday morning I awoke at 6 to shower and put my things together for the trip to Massachusetts. The Farm Ride is a 3 day event that features rides of varying lengths for riders of all skill levels, from 15-100 miles long. There are many options for lodging as well, from a standard dorm to nearby but off campus hotel accommodations, none of the profits from which go to Bicycle Shows.
I had promised myself I would not ride before Saturday in an effort to try to save my legs for the 100 mile effort, so I put myself with my bike on the N train and had an uneventful trip to the 34th Street Herald Square station. From there it was only a few avenues roll to reach 10th and 33rd, where I was to meet my bike and body transport to Massachusetts.
There I found I was one of the early ones (as I prefer it to be), and met a couple of friendly riders already waiting on the corner. After a few minutes the inevitable friendly cyclist conversations start, and I meet a cyclist named Kevin who is also going to attempt the 100 mile route Saturday. He's a far more experienced rider than I, with a beautiful road bike carefully wrapped in protective foam for shipping.
Slowly other riders and some of the organizers arrive at the meeting point. Anne, one of the lead organizers and from what I can tell, one of Glen's (the creator of Bicycle Shows) most trusted workers in his ride organization arrives. She quickly sets out to get us all situated in the right area where we could await the final minutes before registration, and loading our bikes on the respective trucks.
Kevin and I decide to grab coffee and are joined by another rider named Tom, a friendly fellow with an honest good nature about him. We all start trading various short stories regarding other organized rides, and what our expectations were for the Farm Ride this year. By the time we returned to the meeting area a table was being set for registration, and in only a few minutes the trucks for our bikes, and the bus for the people arrived.
Soon we all piled onto the large charter bus, and got ourselves situated comfortably for the ride. I had not slept more than maybe 5 hours the night before so I periodically dozed off, making the trip seem shorter than it's 3+ hours. During the ride we were supplied with cardboard lunch boxes complete with gourmet sandwiches, fruit, drink, and chips. After shaking the bottle too much, the fizzy fruit drink I opened erupted partially onto my clothing and the nice people around me helped by supplying me with their napkins.
There was no escaping the heat and humidity of the city, and Amherst was equally muggy. The combination made it feel as if it was in the high 80's and my body responded as per usual, by pouring sweat whenever I exerted myself in the least. The "command center" for the ride was situated on the first floor of a deluxe dorm building set near the parking lot. Everyone was anxious to get to their rooms with their gear, so we all lined up in the lobby to receive our room keys. The truck shipping the bikes was a little delayed so I had time to stash my bag at my standard dorm room before coming back out to the lot to retrieve my bike.
The first bikes are carefully unloaded.
The master of ceremonies, Glen, hard at work.
Glen helps a rider with last minute registration instruction before driving off in a truck used for supplies.
The good people at SRAM had top of the line road bikes on offer for people to demo during the Farm Ride.
Professional fitters, and bike mechanics were on site to make sure your demo bike was properly fit for you.
A short tutorial on using the bikes was given before anyone could ride a demo bike. Riders were then required to participate in a survey after riding, a small price to pay for trying a 10k+ bicycle!
My room at Amherst for the weekend, my commemorative Farm Ride t-shirt draped over my bike.
I must say that throughout this entire event I met so many great people! I really and truly wish I could remember them all by name and I know I forgot some names, but here goes! Kevin, Kenneth, Tom, Dana, Moshe (and his lady friend!), Christina, Jess, Diane, James, Jared, Joe, Micheal, Glen(!), Sue, Rocko, (the nice couple across the hall, so sorry I cannot remember your names), Ursula, Mark (and his lady friend!), Susanna, Johnny, Graham, Brian (from Bike Hoboken), Andrea, Doug, Jill, Jodie, Anderson, ugh... Who else am I forgetting...? The nice ladies from Westchester who like to hike and bike! The nice woman with the Capricorn jewelery.... (sorry!). Phew! If I forgot your name, and we met, my sincere apologies. Comment or send me a message if you want the proper shout out, I would be happy to make the correction, or addition.
Soooo, now I've arrived in my room and drop off my gear, and set my bike against the desk where it will stay until Saturday. Friday's ride was a short 20 miles to a self paid dinner of your choice. As I had promised myself that I would not ride Saturday, and due to the fact that I was getting hungry early, I walked from my dorm to main street and tried to read the menus in the windows of the restaurants I passed. On my way to main street I was passed by some of the other Farm Riders who were off on their afternoon rides and managed to shoot a picture as they pass.
Coming to the end of main street I called out to a man who was getting into his car. I had hoped he was a local when I asked, "Where should I eat? I'm from New York!". He happily began listing some of the local spots I had passed, and I thought the restaurant Judie's seemed to fit the bill. I ate a delicious grilled chicken with lobster ravioli dish which came with a salad, and large popover, and apple butter. The food was excellent and the service prompt, I recommended this spot to others who informed me later that they were pleased with the choice of restaurant.
Returning to my dorm, still feeling a bit tired, I relaxed in the tiny twin bed watching television on my phone. By nightfall I decided I should seek some the Harpoon Brewery beers that were on offer, as well as make more efforts to meets more of the good people in attendance. Good beer, good conversation, and good vibes were all around while I relaxed in the command center area with other riders, and some staff pulling together the last details before tomorrows ride. Conversation often veered back to the subject of cycling, and organized rides, with Glen even offering a little insight into the factors as to why things sometimes take an unfortunate turn for the worse. Time flies as they say, and I was walking back to my room at around 11 to try to to get at least 6 hours sleep before the ride.
Upon waking I showered and geared up, and made it out to the starting area. I was a little early and arrived as they were just beginning to set things out. I anxiously awaited the bagels, and coffee, I had been looking forward to. Here is where I met Jared and Joe, 2 friendly riders fairly new to the sport, from Connecticut. Both had hopes of completing the 100 mile route, and were also excited to hit the road. I asked if they would mind if I rode with them a little, and they said they would be happy if I did. As they were both lighter than I, and riding road bikes, I knew I would not be able to stick with them for too long, especially if I stop for panoramic pictures, and properly pace myself.
Breakfast at the starting line for The Farm Ride.
Now on the road, following Jared and Joe, I could tell that conditions were not going to be ideal. The air was like hot soup, slowly simmering my flushed skin and panting body, and making every effort feel twice as laborious. I knew from prior experience that I tend to cramp more often when it is humid so I tried to eat potassium rich foods (bananas, dried apricots), hydrate often, and most importantly, pace myself.
Jared pulled away first, and I followed closer to Joe for awhile, and when I came upon my first panoramic opportunity I pulled over and watched as he wound away down the road.
Starting out on The Farm Ride, following Joe, a rider from Connecticut.
Following Jared, a Farm Ride participant from Connecticut.
A "look back shot" during a rapid descent.
Rapid descent, signaling to pedestrians that bikes are coming, signalling o cyclists to slow for abrupt approach to concrete barriers.
A bench sits overlooking a scenic field and farm house.
Misty mountains in the distance, stopping to take panoramic pictures, and then resuming the route.
Now riding alone I continued along the route keeping a watchful eye out for the bright pink spray painted turn symbols which mark the 100 mile route. Passing the many fields of food, and flowers, I was taken with the unspoiled and idyllic scenery, waving at farmers who apparently know nothing about taking Saturday's off. All of this a special treat for a guy who mainly rides in the 5 boroughs of New York City, and had only rode by sparse farm land on Long Island, and some wilderness when riding in Westchester, and points North.
Lush green field with mountains in backdrop.
At about the 22 mile mark I reached the first rest area in Historic Deerfield. I fed myself, and filled my water bladder, all the while drinking cups of sports drink for electrolytes. Here I spoke with Brian for the first time, a friendly and knowledgeable ride Marshall from New Jersey.
The homes in this section of Deerfield are beautifully preserved historic sites featuring old family homes interspersed with houses containing museum exhibits as an example of how life was in a bygone age. Thoroughly enjoying the sites, sounds, and smells, of rural Massachusetts I rode further along the route looking forward to more of the same.
A small waterfall before approaching a scenic riverside overlook where I stopped to take panoramic pictures.
Passing the lush fields and beautiful farm houses. Waving to "farmer Joe", he waves back.
More beautiful farmland and a small bridge.
A couple asks me to film them, and I oblige.
Beautiful old red barn.
Somewhere near the 30 mile mark we reached an old bridge spanning a river surrounded by thick canopy. Stopping to shoot pictures I left my video camera recording as a rider passes commenting on the beauty I say, "It's Gorgeous.".
When I was ready to leave I found myself riding with 2 road bike riders, one of which had mentioned that he thought he had seen my 5 Boro Bike Tour footage. I was able to pace them on the flats, but soon they pulled away from me up the first hill we came upon.
Entering the MUP trails that lead to a gorgeous old bridge. Stopping to take pictures a fellow rider remarks on the beauty of the scene and I reply.
Riding from the bridge I part ways with 2 cyclists whom inquired about my blog, and then grind my way up the next hills.
The picturesque vistas continued to roll out as my feet unwound the route beneath me. Nary a hill too long (though a few short but steep hills I walked up as the humidity was severely inhibiting my abilities), the ride proved to be mostly flat, as advertised. Passing old antiques shops and even more historical homes; the lush fields seemed endless, farm stands, farm trade, diligent workers harvesting, feed stores and the like, just as one might expect.
Historic Deerfield Massachusetts, a field full of cows.
A long stretch, a woman asks to be filmed.
Catching up to the friendly cyclist who requested to be filmed followed by rapid descent leading to an old barn.
A long clip of many beautiful fields, barns, and homes, in Massachusetts. Stopping to shoot a few panoramic pictures, Brian the friendly ride Marshall confirms that all is well.
More and more the humidity rose, and it felt as if it was squeezing the life out of me. My legs which were already starting to show the early signs of cramping were quickly becoming less cooperative. I kept ratcheting down the speed using gearing as best I could to stay within my comfort zone. Unfortunately it didn't seem to do me any good and real cramping was setting in.
As I make a descent, eventually passing a pack of riders, the first rain drops of the approaching deluge begin to fall, calling a halt to my filming efforts.
After walking one of those steep hills mentioned earlier, I felt my legs hovering on the verge of full cramp meltdown, this was all directly concurrent to the slow relentless climb in humidity that was boiling my chubby self internally. At the top of this hill I put my bike to the side, and stretch in the grass in an effort to allow my legs to recuperate. It was at this time that the raindrops got heavier, and I unplugged my camera and wrapped it along with other sensitive electronics in the heavy plastic bag inside my backpack.
Now the rain was becoming steady, and with the thankful break in air humidity came the ultimate in environmental humidity, a relentless, thunderous, pounding, torrential downpour! In short order I'm completely soaked, riding through puddles nearly 6 inches deep, head down, squinting for the pink route markers. I stopped briefly under some shelter to try to gauge if there might be a break in the rain on the horizon, but it only seemed to come down harder.
I resigned myself to pedaling to the next rest area knowing full well there would likely be a group of other riders there either hold up waiting out the rain, or waiting for a support truck to pick up there bikes, and a van to pick take them to our dorms. Sure enough about a dozen other riders were in the small school lobby where the 50+ mile mark rest area was, mostly waiting for a pick up for themselves, and their bikes. In about 45mins time we were in the van heading back marveling at the stalwart people who refused to give in to the elements and continued to ride regardless of the flood warnings blowing up our phones, advertising dangerous conditions for hours to come.
The mood in the van was positive, and soon I was back to my dorm and taking a warm shower. After which, I met up with a small group of other riders near the deluxe dorms where we called a cab to get to the after ride meal at the Sugar Shack.
The food throughout this entire event is top notch, and the sugar shack was no exception. Classic BBQ was on offer, with delicious salads, plenty of beverages, beer, pie, and ice cream too. Engaging in a variety of good conversation while stuffing myself to the gills, the rain never let up the whole time. Still people were seen completing their rides, and were greeted with applause from the revelers.
After I was fully sated, I hopped into a van back to the dorms once more. I now relaxed in my room, watching television on my phone planning to partake in booze and the theme parties in the suites. Fully rested I walked over to the dorms where the parties would be. There was a Tiki party with tropical cocktails and tater tots, "Farmi Gras" with the classic hurricane drinks, an Olympics party which encouraged patriotic "games", a Whiskey room which had... whiskey, with pizza and Margarita machines in the command center area.
Drinks flowed freely, people enjoyed themselves thoroughly, and I tried to flow room to room and meet and talk to as many people as I could. Cyclists are such a wonderfully diverse group of good natured people, I like to think the Endorphins from exercise, and a healthy dose of outdoor activity make them generally more positive people.
After a few drinks and snacks I walked back to my room a little before midnight, calling my girlfriend for an evening chat before crashing for the night.
Breakfast was served in the lobby of the dorm the next morning, and a number of people planned to ride the scheduled 9A.M. 40 mile ride regardless of more rain on the horizon (which began to fall before noon). All of my gear was still sopping wet, and I had not thought to use the laundry in the dorms as other more thoughtful people had so I opted to not ride the Sunday ride. I had heard that there was going to be an early departure option so I signed up for the noon option rather than waiting for 3P.M. to roll around.
Our bikes were loaded into a truck, and we piled into 3 separate vans now heading back to New York. Many of us dozed as we made our way back. We stopped only once shortly before finishing our trip into the heart of Manhattan. For once the conditions were in my favor and the rain let up at almost the exact time that we arrived where we would unload.
I quickly said goodbye to some folks, and hopped on my bike to ride the 6+ miles home through midtown, and over the 59th Street Bridge, for my usual route through Long Island City, and finally back home to Astoria contemplating my experience during my first Farm Ride with Bicycle Shows U.S.. Though I had not completed the century route, I did not feel too badly about it as I had finished the 108.9 mile route to Montauk the month prior, and will have more than a few more chances to ride centuries before the cycling season ends.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Astoria to Queensvillage (34.16 miles)
Today the heat finally edged off enough to consider taking a long ride out to Queensvillage along the Brooklyn/Queens Greenway.
I wanted to give the chest mount another try, but this time I used a better microphone. Filming with the chest mount is more challenging than I had expected, and I found there to be a lot of bounce when I'm pedaling hard. Also, I should have tilted the camera a little further back as I found the angle I rode with today faces down too much. Considering all of this, I dd shoot some decent footage of my route.
I started out in the warm midday afternoon sun and made my way through Astoria to 34th Avenue and 108th St. Here I can travel along 108th Street Southeast to Forest Hills and the popular Austin Street area. I arrived at my cousins apartment stopping less than half an hour before turning around and retracing my route towards Corona Park.
71st Street and Austin Street, in Forest Hills.
When I left Forest Hills I decided to stop at the famous, Lemon Ice King of Corona for a small Pina Colada Italian ice.
Ice King of Corona, small Pina Colada flavor.
After enjoying this special treat on the corner, I decided to follow my sense of direction towards Kissena Park and pick-up the Greenway to head further East towards Queensvillage, and my fathers house. Riding along Corona Avenue I crossed an overpass and followed the Grand Central a short ways to another overpass at 64th Road that took me to Meadow Lake. Looping around Meadow Lake heading clockwise/Northeast, I connected to Industry Pond where I found an exhibit called "Flock House Microsphere" by an artist named Mary Mattingly. I found an article here speaking about this sustainability project. One excerpt from the article described the project as, "....adaptable ecosystems that will migrate through New York City’s five boroughs and beyond as part of an investigation of sustainability....".
Pedestrian Overpass at Corona Avenue.
Pedestrian Overpass at 64th Road, to Meadow Lake.
Meadow Lake path.
Meadow Lake path continued.
The Flock House Microsphere at Industry Pond.
I rode further North to follow the Greenway signs around the Queens Botanical Gardens and enter Kissena Park and the beginning of the safest stretch of the Greenway which cuts through Cunningham Park and Alley Pond park, partially along the converted car-less old Long Island Motor Parkway lanes. Approaching Alley Pond Park is the steepest descent of the Brooklyn Queens Greenway, today I hit 27 MPH on this short downhill. Once through here the Greenway reenters the streets but today I was stopping at this point to pay a short visit to my Father. We talked mostly about my recent century ride to Montauk and a little about my recent minor audio recording problems and after a half an hour and a liter of water I was back on the Greenway. This time I would follow my usual route after Kissena Park along Bowne, through the heart of Flushing, past Citifield, and back onto 108th Street and the familiar route home past LaGuardia Airport.
Kissena Park.
The Greenway Trail through St Francis Prep.
The Greenway through Cunningham Park.
Rapid Descent along the old Long Island Motor Parkway through Alley Pond Park.
Long Island Motor Parkway, now heading West.
Passing St Francis Prep on the return trip, now heading West.
Roosevelt Avenue Bridge to Citifield.
The crowd flows towards the ballpark anticipating game 2 of the Subway series at Citifield.
For my next ride with the chest mount I will do some experimentation and see if I can find a way to reduce the bouncing and of course I'll tilt the camera up a bit more too. If the weather cooperates with me Monday through Wednesday, I may have an opportunity to test out my cycle touring rig for a couple of overnights at Fahnestock Park.
I wanted to give the chest mount another try, but this time I used a better microphone. Filming with the chest mount is more challenging than I had expected, and I found there to be a lot of bounce when I'm pedaling hard. Also, I should have tilted the camera a little further back as I found the angle I rode with today faces down too much. Considering all of this, I dd shoot some decent footage of my route.
I started out in the warm midday afternoon sun and made my way through Astoria to 34th Avenue and 108th St. Here I can travel along 108th Street Southeast to Forest Hills and the popular Austin Street area. I arrived at my cousins apartment stopping less than half an hour before turning around and retracing my route towards Corona Park.
71st Street and Austin Street, in Forest Hills.
When I left Forest Hills I decided to stop at the famous, Lemon Ice King of Corona for a small Pina Colada Italian ice.
Ice King of Corona, small Pina Colada flavor.
After enjoying this special treat on the corner, I decided to follow my sense of direction towards Kissena Park and pick-up the Greenway to head further East towards Queensvillage, and my fathers house. Riding along Corona Avenue I crossed an overpass and followed the Grand Central a short ways to another overpass at 64th Road that took me to Meadow Lake. Looping around Meadow Lake heading clockwise/Northeast, I connected to Industry Pond where I found an exhibit called "Flock House Microsphere" by an artist named Mary Mattingly. I found an article here speaking about this sustainability project. One excerpt from the article described the project as, "....adaptable ecosystems that will migrate through New York City’s five boroughs and beyond as part of an investigation of sustainability....".
Pedestrian Overpass at Corona Avenue.
Pedestrian Overpass at 64th Road, to Meadow Lake.
Meadow Lake path.
Meadow Lake path continued.
The Flock House Microsphere at Industry Pond.
I rode further North to follow the Greenway signs around the Queens Botanical Gardens and enter Kissena Park and the beginning of the safest stretch of the Greenway which cuts through Cunningham Park and Alley Pond park, partially along the converted car-less old Long Island Motor Parkway lanes. Approaching Alley Pond Park is the steepest descent of the Brooklyn Queens Greenway, today I hit 27 MPH on this short downhill. Once through here the Greenway reenters the streets but today I was stopping at this point to pay a short visit to my Father. We talked mostly about my recent century ride to Montauk and a little about my recent minor audio recording problems and after a half an hour and a liter of water I was back on the Greenway. This time I would follow my usual route after Kissena Park along Bowne, through the heart of Flushing, past Citifield, and back onto 108th Street and the familiar route home past LaGuardia Airport.
Kissena Park.
The Greenway Trail through St Francis Prep.
The Greenway through Cunningham Park.
Rapid Descent along the old Long Island Motor Parkway through Alley Pond Park.
Long Island Motor Parkway, now heading West.
Passing St Francis Prep on the return trip, now heading West.
Roosevelt Avenue Bridge to Citifield.
The crowd flows towards the ballpark anticipating game 2 of the Subway series at Citifield.
For my next ride with the chest mount I will do some experimentation and see if I can find a way to reduce the bouncing and of course I'll tilt the camera up a bit more too. If the weather cooperates with me Monday through Wednesday, I may have an opportunity to test out my cycle touring rig for a couple of overnights at Fahnestock Park.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Astoria to Bensonhurst and Jacob Riis Park (50 miles)
Yesterday I had the pleasure of riding with a new friend I met through a cycling forum. It turns out Jim, who had been looking for someone to ride with, lives in Bensonhurst near where my girlfriend lives. This made planning rides between us simpler for me as I could use my girlfriends apartment as a way point of sorts, and I was already quite familiar with the route between us. When we had planned the ride over the phone, I told him of my idea to ride over the Marine Park bridge, along Beach Channel Drive, over Broad Channel to Crossbay Blvd, (stopping in Howard Beach for pizza) and through Queens via Woodhaven Blvd to return to Astoria. Jim said that he liked this idea, and would likely tack on more mileage by returning to Bensonhurst via Manhattan. So the ride was set for 1pm Saturday, starting from Bensonhurst. Leaving my apartment and entering into the relatively bright and mild late morning sunshine, I started toward Bensonhurst along my usual route. When I reach the first entrance to the Waterfront route, I encounter construction and attempt to make my way around using my sense of direction. While trying to find my way back to the Waterfront route I passed groups of runners either running in a club or in a seemingly small charity event. After having little success finding an alternate neighborhood route I found myself back near the entrance to the Waterfront route, but this time I found an alternate entrance and was able to resume my usual route. As the morning progressed the temperature steadily rose along with an ever thickening layer of gray cloud cover. When I reached Prospect Park I witnessed a small but bustling farmers market at the top of the park, then baring right to follow park traffic, I rode through the interior of the park South to where I could then reenter the Brooklyn streets and find Dahill Road, which will connect me to the last stretch before reaching my destination.
Rapid Descent to 1st Street.
Community garden in Astoria, graffiti.
Doubling back past the other side of the community garden on Astoria Blvd.
Waterfront route around projects and through Goodwill Park, riding through Socrates sculpture park.
Queensbridge park and passing under the Queensboro Bridge.
Pulaski Bridge to Freeman, Franklin, Kent, and the Manhattan Bridge.
Decorated bike path along service road to Navy St.
Double decker bike made from three bike frames?
Open air market at the top of Prospect Park.
Riding South through Prospect Park, following a road bike rider before exiting.
Horse back riders at the Southern end of Prospect Park.
Arriving at my girlfriends apartment I took a shower and we went for a walk to get a light snack, and some bubble tea. After helping her with a few light chores around her apartment I heard from Jim and soon I was outside awaiting the arrival of my new cycling friend. We took a moment for salutations and I introduced my girlfriend before we left and made our way down 86th Street. I left navigation to the Marine Park bridge up to Jim as I trusted his local knowledge of the streets. He opted for a route on Avenue T and U, connecting to Flatbush Ave which leads to the bridge. Once at the bridge I followed behind Jim, into intense headwinds as we made our way over, landing in Jacob Riis Park. Jim is a much lighter rider than I, and it seemed the temperature and humidity combination was not taking quite the same toll on his endurance. I tried my best to put a strong effort forth but I felt I was reaching into a dry well as my usual afterburners were not present. On top of that at about the 30 mile mark, I found that when I tried to stand and pedal, my thighs wanted to cramp.
Riding down 86th Street in Brooklyn with Jim.
Floyd Bennett Field to the foot of the Marine Park Bridge.
Following Jim over the Marine Park Bridge into intense headwinds.
Riding along Beach Channel Drive traffic was light, and we rode over Vietnam Memorial Bridge. By now, the skies were an ominous shade of gray, more hinting than threatening rain at this time, but still something worth noting. Now with the wind at my back, I set my gearing high on the third chain ring and spun comfortably into that smooth "torquey" acceleration. According to GPS results, we averaged nearly 20mph for a 4,000 yard stretch here. All the while I could tell things were not improving with my thigh muscles, any attempt to stand and pedal resulted the beginnings of cramps. So I resigned myself to spinning more and basically dialing back my overall speed just to be 100% sure I could complete the ride home. Entering Howard Beach, we made our way down Woodhaven Blvd to New Park Pizza for a couple of slices and beverages. Most of the conversation Jim and I had was centered around cycling, such as our strategies regarding training, gear, and safety. We shared many of the same ideas but of course, differed in a few.
Making our way further North, I was now leading the way along Woodhaven to make our way through Corona Park, and finally hooking up with my usual route via 34th Ave and past the airport into Astoria. I had hoped to follow him over the Triboro Bridge before sending him on his way to Manhattan, and Jim had even urged me to just go home as it was apparent my condition was not improving. I had even made it as far as the first staircase on the Triboro before my legs just began twitching terribly, and the only way to allow them to relax was to sit on the bike and hold the fence, standing even made my legs cramp. At this point it was obvious that to follow him to Wards Island would not be wise, so I said my goodbyes, Jim suggesting a banana before riding to avoid potassium deficiency (which I rarely have experienced). Turning around, I rolled back down to Astoria, and just made it under the awning in front of my door in time to avoid the torrential downpour that I had hoped Jim might have avoided somehow as well.
Following Jim over the Vietnam Memorial Bridge.
Cruising North on Crossbay Blvd with Jim, crossing the final bridges approaching Howard Beach.
Crossing Corona Park with Jim, through the Zoo to the Science Museum.
Rapid Descent to 1st Street.
Community garden in Astoria, graffiti.
Doubling back past the other side of the community garden on Astoria Blvd.
Waterfront route around projects and through Goodwill Park, riding through Socrates sculpture park.
Queensbridge park and passing under the Queensboro Bridge.
Pulaski Bridge to Freeman, Franklin, Kent, and the Manhattan Bridge.
Decorated bike path along service road to Navy St.
Double decker bike made from three bike frames?
Open air market at the top of Prospect Park.
Riding South through Prospect Park, following a road bike rider before exiting.
Horse back riders at the Southern end of Prospect Park.
Arriving at my girlfriends apartment I took a shower and we went for a walk to get a light snack, and some bubble tea. After helping her with a few light chores around her apartment I heard from Jim and soon I was outside awaiting the arrival of my new cycling friend. We took a moment for salutations and I introduced my girlfriend before we left and made our way down 86th Street. I left navigation to the Marine Park bridge up to Jim as I trusted his local knowledge of the streets. He opted for a route on Avenue T and U, connecting to Flatbush Ave which leads to the bridge. Once at the bridge I followed behind Jim, into intense headwinds as we made our way over, landing in Jacob Riis Park. Jim is a much lighter rider than I, and it seemed the temperature and humidity combination was not taking quite the same toll on his endurance. I tried my best to put a strong effort forth but I felt I was reaching into a dry well as my usual afterburners were not present. On top of that at about the 30 mile mark, I found that when I tried to stand and pedal, my thighs wanted to cramp.
Riding down 86th Street in Brooklyn with Jim.
Floyd Bennett Field to the foot of the Marine Park Bridge.
Following Jim over the Marine Park Bridge into intense headwinds.
Riding along Beach Channel Drive traffic was light, and we rode over Vietnam Memorial Bridge. By now, the skies were an ominous shade of gray, more hinting than threatening rain at this time, but still something worth noting. Now with the wind at my back, I set my gearing high on the third chain ring and spun comfortably into that smooth "torquey" acceleration. According to GPS results, we averaged nearly 20mph for a 4,000 yard stretch here. All the while I could tell things were not improving with my thigh muscles, any attempt to stand and pedal resulted the beginnings of cramps. So I resigned myself to spinning more and basically dialing back my overall speed just to be 100% sure I could complete the ride home. Entering Howard Beach, we made our way down Woodhaven Blvd to New Park Pizza for a couple of slices and beverages. Most of the conversation Jim and I had was centered around cycling, such as our strategies regarding training, gear, and safety. We shared many of the same ideas but of course, differed in a few.
Making our way further North, I was now leading the way along Woodhaven to make our way through Corona Park, and finally hooking up with my usual route via 34th Ave and past the airport into Astoria. I had hoped to follow him over the Triboro Bridge before sending him on his way to Manhattan, and Jim had even urged me to just go home as it was apparent my condition was not improving. I had even made it as far as the first staircase on the Triboro before my legs just began twitching terribly, and the only way to allow them to relax was to sit on the bike and hold the fence, standing even made my legs cramp. At this point it was obvious that to follow him to Wards Island would not be wise, so I said my goodbyes, Jim suggesting a banana before riding to avoid potassium deficiency (which I rarely have experienced). Turning around, I rolled back down to Astoria, and just made it under the awning in front of my door in time to avoid the torrential downpour that I had hoped Jim might have avoided somehow as well.
Following Jim over the Vietnam Memorial Bridge.
Cruising North on Crossbay Blvd with Jim, crossing the final bridges approaching Howard Beach.
Crossing Corona Park with Jim, through the Zoo to the Science Museum.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Astoria to Roosevelt Island and Wards Island (21.59 miles)
Roosevelt Island is mostly unfamiliar to many New Yorkers, including myself. Having only recently realized that a bridge (Welfare Island Bridge) connected Long Island City to Roosevelt Island, off of Vernon Blvd, I followed the Waterfront Route along Vernon passing through Socrates Sculpture Park, and crossed the small bridge to Roosevelt Island. This bridge is narrow, and offers a small mostly unprotected shoulder for cyclists to cross in. The blacktop surface of the bridge gives way to a metal grate which I did not feel comfortable riding on with my thinner tires. Once over the bridge you descend a twisting ramp not unlike a parking garage ramp, and spill out onto Main Street where I quickly picked up East Rd and headed toward the lighthouse. Though it was warm, humid, and hazy, only a few cool drops fell once in a while, and I was never concerned that I would get soaked trusting in the forecast which called for rain in the late evening.
Vernon Blvd and Socrates Sculpture Park.
Crossing Welfare Island Bridge to Roosevelt Island.
More than a few times, I had viewed this miniature lighthouse from a distance and I was glad to have a chance to get close to it. Once I was on the West side of the Island I was able to chase a Seastreak boat along the East River all the way until it approached the U.N.. Having gone as far South as my path permitted, I found myself inside a small park under construction, slated for completion in 2013. Inside this park a crumbling building sat overgrown with strategically placed spot lights at it's feet, to provide what would be a chilling sight, lit up at night. Riding along a small stone wall, I found a nice fairly clean and modern public restroom and water fountain; and the bathroom was even big enough for me to bring my bike in with me, and lock the door. Once I exited this park the way I had come in, I cut across to the East side of the island again and completed my first lap around. On google maps it shows a complete circuit of bike lane around Roosevelt Island, this is not truly accurate. There is poorly maintained MUP, quite dangerous and somewhat narrow in some sections. There are sections on the East and West side where there is no MUP at all and you must ride in the road. Yet another example of maps showing what is planned for an area rather than what is actually there. The island has nearly 80% of it's perimeter traced with MUP which looks as if it has not been maintained in decades. Cracked walkways leave jagged sections too dangerous to ride over, the edges of steel plates jut out between where cement and grass meet, and the path makes equally treacherous and awkward "U" shapes around the man made shoring structures that line the island. All of this made for fairly slow and somewhat hazardous riding, and after a few laps around the island I decided to leave and make my way over the Triboro Bridge to try to get some decent climbing in and a few miles around Wards Island.
Traveling the West side of Roosevelt Island, chasing the Seastreak to the 59th Street Bridge.
A crumbling building inside a park under construction, slated to open in 2013.
Riding a small stone wall to find a bathroom
Leaving the Park a Seastreak boat passes, I then cross over to the East side of the Island and arrive back at the Welfare Island Bridge completing my first full circuit of Roosevelt Island.
Nearly half of a full lap around Roosevelt Island, including the Lighthouse to the 59th Street Bridge.
The 59th Street Bridge to the Welfare Island bridge.
Stopping at the lighthouse I view the water and Manhattan as well as the plaque honoring Vicki Holland at the foot of the lighthouse.
Bow shaped structure on the West side of Roosevelt Island.
Walking across Welfare Island Bridge to Long Island City.
Following Vernon Blvd back through Long Island City, I made my way to 27th Street and Hoyt Avenue to enter the Triboro Bridge path and cross over to Wards Island. Enjoying the rapid descent down the bridge, I continued to film as I glide through a wooded area and crest the rise near the 103rd Street bridge. Riding into the wind I find myself pacing a DEP boat as it approaches the Triboro Bridge. Quickly climbing the last small but steep hill, I stop in the shadow of the Hellgate Bridge to finish filming the boat until it passes.
Descending the Triboro Bridge, following a DEP boat to Hellgate Bridge.
Vernon Blvd and Socrates Sculpture Park.
Crossing Welfare Island Bridge to Roosevelt Island.
More than a few times, I had viewed this miniature lighthouse from a distance and I was glad to have a chance to get close to it. Once I was on the West side of the Island I was able to chase a Seastreak boat along the East River all the way until it approached the U.N.. Having gone as far South as my path permitted, I found myself inside a small park under construction, slated for completion in 2013. Inside this park a crumbling building sat overgrown with strategically placed spot lights at it's feet, to provide what would be a chilling sight, lit up at night. Riding along a small stone wall, I found a nice fairly clean and modern public restroom and water fountain; and the bathroom was even big enough for me to bring my bike in with me, and lock the door. Once I exited this park the way I had come in, I cut across to the East side of the island again and completed my first lap around. On google maps it shows a complete circuit of bike lane around Roosevelt Island, this is not truly accurate. There is poorly maintained MUP, quite dangerous and somewhat narrow in some sections. There are sections on the East and West side where there is no MUP at all and you must ride in the road. Yet another example of maps showing what is planned for an area rather than what is actually there. The island has nearly 80% of it's perimeter traced with MUP which looks as if it has not been maintained in decades. Cracked walkways leave jagged sections too dangerous to ride over, the edges of steel plates jut out between where cement and grass meet, and the path makes equally treacherous and awkward "U" shapes around the man made shoring structures that line the island. All of this made for fairly slow and somewhat hazardous riding, and after a few laps around the island I decided to leave and make my way over the Triboro Bridge to try to get some decent climbing in and a few miles around Wards Island.
Traveling the West side of Roosevelt Island, chasing the Seastreak to the 59th Street Bridge.
A crumbling building inside a park under construction, slated to open in 2013.
Riding a small stone wall to find a bathroom
Leaving the Park a Seastreak boat passes, I then cross over to the East side of the Island and arrive back at the Welfare Island Bridge completing my first full circuit of Roosevelt Island.
Nearly half of a full lap around Roosevelt Island, including the Lighthouse to the 59th Street Bridge.
The 59th Street Bridge to the Welfare Island bridge.
Stopping at the lighthouse I view the water and Manhattan as well as the plaque honoring Vicki Holland at the foot of the lighthouse.
Bow shaped structure on the West side of Roosevelt Island.
Walking across Welfare Island Bridge to Long Island City.
Following Vernon Blvd back through Long Island City, I made my way to 27th Street and Hoyt Avenue to enter the Triboro Bridge path and cross over to Wards Island. Enjoying the rapid descent down the bridge, I continued to film as I glide through a wooded area and crest the rise near the 103rd Street bridge. Riding into the wind I find myself pacing a DEP boat as it approaches the Triboro Bridge. Quickly climbing the last small but steep hill, I stop in the shadow of the Hellgate Bridge to finish filming the boat until it passes.
Descending the Triboro Bridge, following a DEP boat to Hellgate Bridge.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Astoria to the Old Put Rail Trail, and the Old Croton Aqueduct (62 miles)
Still in the early stages of my foray into the cycling community, I felt an encounter with the members of the Five Borough Bike Club, would be the next logical step. I had approached the president of the 5BBC at Bike Expo New York, and told him of my idea to ride with, and film, the 5BBC if possible. I explained that I was interested in riding the Old Put Rail Trail, and the Old Croton Aqueduct on Mothers Day, and gave him a card so he could reach out to the ride leader, and other involved parties, to get the o.k. to film.
In the past while scouring the map for places to explore by bike, I had viewed some of these trails, but thought that navigation would be difficult without a guide. When I read the description of this ride I felt it would be the perfect way to see these trails for the first time, and decided that this would be a great first ride with the 5BBC as well. The Putnam Division Line, and the Croton Aqueduct were integral to the development of our fair city. For 99 years the New York and Putnam Railroad connected city dwellers to points North, for a reprieve from the hustle, and bustle, of big city living. The Croton Aqueducts construction was partly inspired by the Great Fire of 1776, which by some estimates leveled as much as 25% of the city, and by the urgent need for safer, and more abundant drinking water, for a city growing well beyond its means. The architects planning this aqueduct were wise enough to rely on the time tested designs the Romans used, and created pipes of brick aided by ventilators, and enormous looming arches spanning waterways, all flowing together from the Croton River 41 miles North, to New York City assisted by only a single steam pump located near Highbridge Park.
Riding from Astoria to 242nd Street and Broadway (the meeting point for the ride), would be a new route for me, so I left extra early to be sure that I would be on time. Crossing the bridge from Randalls Island to 132nd street, I made my way North on St Ann Avenue, and used 163rd Street to connect to Brook Avenue, which becomes Park Avenue. Once I reached East Fordham Road, I connected to Webster Avenue, and followed that to Mosholu Parkway until I reached Van Cortlandt Park South, where I carefully made my way down to Broadway, and finally the rides meeting point, 242nd street.
Descent down the Triboro Bridge to Wards Island, Icahn Stadium, and the foot of the 125th Street Bridge.
Walking up the 132nd Street Bridge.
Park Avenue in the Bronx, a commuter train passes; approaching 187th Street.
The sign for the Old Croton Aqueduct Trail, the corner of Dickinson Avenue, and Van Cortlandt Park South.
Not long after arriving, Juan, a cyclist I had recently met through the web, arrived riding his mountain bike, and we chatted for awhile until Jose and Kevin came along, two friends with nice modern mountain bikes. Soon our ride leader Ed DeFreitas showed up also riding a mountain bike (I was the only rider on a hybrid), and he stated that we should give other prospective riders extra time to get to the start location, as construction was taking place on the nearest subway line. We all signed in for the ride, and made our introductions, and I explained a little about filming the ride, and my blog. Just when we were all getting a bit restless to begin the ride, our final participant Kelly arrived, riding his well equipped "lefty" fork mountain bike. After a 2 minute bike check guided by Ed, we set out through Mosholu Park.
Our ride started out North, along mostly hard packed dirt trails, with many patches of rail roads ties, a few small muddy areas, and various small bridges, and underpasses. Though the forecast called for cloudy conditions, the sun burned through, providing bright green views, warm sunshine, and occasional cool breezes. My exposure to off-road riding is somewhat limited, and I was careful to watch the terrain closely. At times along the route we had to skip over streets to continue along the trail, always being wary of traffic when we did. Ed made sure to signal often, and call out with cues about people, and cyclists on the path as well, and I tried my best to do the same. It was apparent that the ride leaders role was taken seriously by the leader, as well as the riders, and that anyone that was willing to follow the rules of the ride, was welcome along. We kept a purposefully easy pace, slowly making our way through trails of the Old Put/South County Trailway which had various other cyclists, and pedestrians taking advantage of the fine weather. At times during the ride, Ed would offer information on the old rail systems, sometimes as conversation during the ride, and sometimes at stops where he liked to highlight the significance of an area. Personally, I have an interest in most types of history, and enjoyed hearing about the railroads construction, and contributions. Once we reached Ardsley, we stopped at a deli for those people that did not pack lunch, and followed Ed past a waterfall to Woodlands Lake where we ate lunch, and viewed a monument in memory of the people who died during the potato famine.
***My microphone is mounted on my left shoulder, I apologize for any inaudible speech when filming a rider on my right. I am working on ideas for alternative microphone mounting that will provide better speech from other riders, during rides.
The ride begins. Ride leader Ed DeFreitas points out the durability of structures from a bygone age. He explains the 3% grade rule for single engine trains, and how helper engines were employed where the grade was more steep.
Talking illumination, and audible signals, with Kelly.
Talking about night riding.
Ed explains the 3% grade rule for single engine trains, and how helper engines were employed where the grade was more steep.
Quietly following behind the pack.
Ed talks of how the rail lines were privately constructed, and shows us a small scale reproduction of a station built by a railroad buff.
Say, "Hi mom!".
Looking back on the pack.
Crossing a bridge near a waterfall, riding into Ardsley.
The Hunger Memorial in Ardsley.
Leaving the park, we continued on the Old Put North, rolling through some beautiful woodland areas tucked in between residential areas. When the trail approaches the Cross Westchester Expressway, we used a few paved roads to re-enter the trail at Warehouse Lane, in Elmsford. Once back on the trail we rode to our furthest point North, near the Eastern tip of the Tarrytown Reservoir on the North County Trailway. Here is a favorite photo-op location, near a rare section of exposed rail that still exists. Climbing a steep hill, now moving West, we rode along the Tarrytown Reservoir, before turning South into residential streets, to enter the Old Croton Trailway at South Broadway, to make our next stop at the Lyndhurst Museum. Once a wealthy families estate, this is now a state run park, and museum. After that brief stop we were back on the trail again, still heading South, large brick ventilators that once helped to introduce air into the aqueduct stood every mile or so, to remind you that this path once carried the water for a booming New York, thirsty to expand. We rode this trail for 10 or more miles before we came upon what was described to me by Ed, as an old carriage house. Completely engulfed by the woods around us, the structure struggles to be seen behind the growth and a large fallen tree. Continuing South, we wove our way through neighborhoods built close to the trail, and passed through Lenoir Nature Preserve, and Untemeyer Park, before reconnecting with the South County Trailway and arriving back where we started.
We said our goodbyes to Kevin and Ed; and Juan, Jose, Kelly, and I, rode to the West Side bike path to make our way further downtown. Juan left us shortly before Fort Washington Park, and Jose and Kelly accompanied me to 125th Street where I could ride across town to take the 125th Street Bridge to Randalls Island, the Triboro Bridge, and home to Astoria. My first experience with the 5BBC was great, so I became a member, for 20$ you get a years membership, and I felt it was a great way to show my appreciation, and a good bargain for all of the services, and resources they offer.
Geese gliding over the water as we exit the park.
Returning to the trail from the park where we stopped for lunch. Discussing tracking yearly miles, and "bonking" with Kelly.
Two underpasses, and two bridges.
Ed talks of how much the trail has improved since he first rode along it. Ed shares more about railroad culture, including how a pipe fitter from a railroad once replaced a hose on his Volkswagon, with pipe.
Crossing 2 bridges, to arrive at a photo op spot.
Photo-op at the Northern tip of our route.
Riding next to the Tarrytown reservoir.
A chimney to aerate the aqueduct still stands.
More illumination talk with Kelly, and discussing chain problems.
Passing another aqueduct chimney, and some nice houses. Discussing tread, and tube folding inside rims with Kelly.
The spooky carriage house on the Old Croton Trail.
In the past while scouring the map for places to explore by bike, I had viewed some of these trails, but thought that navigation would be difficult without a guide. When I read the description of this ride I felt it would be the perfect way to see these trails for the first time, and decided that this would be a great first ride with the 5BBC as well. The Putnam Division Line, and the Croton Aqueduct were integral to the development of our fair city. For 99 years the New York and Putnam Railroad connected city dwellers to points North, for a reprieve from the hustle, and bustle, of big city living. The Croton Aqueducts construction was partly inspired by the Great Fire of 1776, which by some estimates leveled as much as 25% of the city, and by the urgent need for safer, and more abundant drinking water, for a city growing well beyond its means. The architects planning this aqueduct were wise enough to rely on the time tested designs the Romans used, and created pipes of brick aided by ventilators, and enormous looming arches spanning waterways, all flowing together from the Croton River 41 miles North, to New York City assisted by only a single steam pump located near Highbridge Park.
Riding from Astoria to 242nd Street and Broadway (the meeting point for the ride), would be a new route for me, so I left extra early to be sure that I would be on time. Crossing the bridge from Randalls Island to 132nd street, I made my way North on St Ann Avenue, and used 163rd Street to connect to Brook Avenue, which becomes Park Avenue. Once I reached East Fordham Road, I connected to Webster Avenue, and followed that to Mosholu Parkway until I reached Van Cortlandt Park South, where I carefully made my way down to Broadway, and finally the rides meeting point, 242nd street.
Descent down the Triboro Bridge to Wards Island, Icahn Stadium, and the foot of the 125th Street Bridge.
Walking up the 132nd Street Bridge.
Park Avenue in the Bronx, a commuter train passes; approaching 187th Street.
The sign for the Old Croton Aqueduct Trail, the corner of Dickinson Avenue, and Van Cortlandt Park South.
Not long after arriving, Juan, a cyclist I had recently met through the web, arrived riding his mountain bike, and we chatted for awhile until Jose and Kevin came along, two friends with nice modern mountain bikes. Soon our ride leader Ed DeFreitas showed up also riding a mountain bike (I was the only rider on a hybrid), and he stated that we should give other prospective riders extra time to get to the start location, as construction was taking place on the nearest subway line. We all signed in for the ride, and made our introductions, and I explained a little about filming the ride, and my blog. Just when we were all getting a bit restless to begin the ride, our final participant Kelly arrived, riding his well equipped "lefty" fork mountain bike. After a 2 minute bike check guided by Ed, we set out through Mosholu Park.
Our ride started out North, along mostly hard packed dirt trails, with many patches of rail roads ties, a few small muddy areas, and various small bridges, and underpasses. Though the forecast called for cloudy conditions, the sun burned through, providing bright green views, warm sunshine, and occasional cool breezes. My exposure to off-road riding is somewhat limited, and I was careful to watch the terrain closely. At times along the route we had to skip over streets to continue along the trail, always being wary of traffic when we did. Ed made sure to signal often, and call out with cues about people, and cyclists on the path as well, and I tried my best to do the same. It was apparent that the ride leaders role was taken seriously by the leader, as well as the riders, and that anyone that was willing to follow the rules of the ride, was welcome along. We kept a purposefully easy pace, slowly making our way through trails of the Old Put/South County Trailway which had various other cyclists, and pedestrians taking advantage of the fine weather. At times during the ride, Ed would offer information on the old rail systems, sometimes as conversation during the ride, and sometimes at stops where he liked to highlight the significance of an area. Personally, I have an interest in most types of history, and enjoyed hearing about the railroads construction, and contributions. Once we reached Ardsley, we stopped at a deli for those people that did not pack lunch, and followed Ed past a waterfall to Woodlands Lake where we ate lunch, and viewed a monument in memory of the people who died during the potato famine.
***My microphone is mounted on my left shoulder, I apologize for any inaudible speech when filming a rider on my right. I am working on ideas for alternative microphone mounting that will provide better speech from other riders, during rides.
The ride begins. Ride leader Ed DeFreitas points out the durability of structures from a bygone age. He explains the 3% grade rule for single engine trains, and how helper engines were employed where the grade was more steep.
Talking illumination, and audible signals, with Kelly.
Talking about night riding.
Ed explains the 3% grade rule for single engine trains, and how helper engines were employed where the grade was more steep.
Quietly following behind the pack.
Ed talks of how the rail lines were privately constructed, and shows us a small scale reproduction of a station built by a railroad buff.
Say, "Hi mom!".
Looking back on the pack.
Crossing a bridge near a waterfall, riding into Ardsley.
The Hunger Memorial in Ardsley.
Leaving the park, we continued on the Old Put North, rolling through some beautiful woodland areas tucked in between residential areas. When the trail approaches the Cross Westchester Expressway, we used a few paved roads to re-enter the trail at Warehouse Lane, in Elmsford. Once back on the trail we rode to our furthest point North, near the Eastern tip of the Tarrytown Reservoir on the North County Trailway. Here is a favorite photo-op location, near a rare section of exposed rail that still exists. Climbing a steep hill, now moving West, we rode along the Tarrytown Reservoir, before turning South into residential streets, to enter the Old Croton Trailway at South Broadway, to make our next stop at the Lyndhurst Museum. Once a wealthy families estate, this is now a state run park, and museum. After that brief stop we were back on the trail again, still heading South, large brick ventilators that once helped to introduce air into the aqueduct stood every mile or so, to remind you that this path once carried the water for a booming New York, thirsty to expand. We rode this trail for 10 or more miles before we came upon what was described to me by Ed, as an old carriage house. Completely engulfed by the woods around us, the structure struggles to be seen behind the growth and a large fallen tree. Continuing South, we wove our way through neighborhoods built close to the trail, and passed through Lenoir Nature Preserve, and Untemeyer Park, before reconnecting with the South County Trailway and arriving back where we started.
We said our goodbyes to Kevin and Ed; and Juan, Jose, Kelly, and I, rode to the West Side bike path to make our way further downtown. Juan left us shortly before Fort Washington Park, and Jose and Kelly accompanied me to 125th Street where I could ride across town to take the 125th Street Bridge to Randalls Island, the Triboro Bridge, and home to Astoria. My first experience with the 5BBC was great, so I became a member, for 20$ you get a years membership, and I felt it was a great way to show my appreciation, and a good bargain for all of the services, and resources they offer.
Geese gliding over the water as we exit the park.
Returning to the trail from the park where we stopped for lunch. Discussing tracking yearly miles, and "bonking" with Kelly.
Two underpasses, and two bridges.
Ed talks of how much the trail has improved since he first rode along it. Ed shares more about railroad culture, including how a pipe fitter from a railroad once replaced a hose on his Volkswagon, with pipe.
Crossing 2 bridges, to arrive at a photo op spot.
Photo-op at the Northern tip of our route.
Riding next to the Tarrytown reservoir.
A chimney to aerate the aqueduct still stands.
More illumination talk with Kelly, and discussing chain problems.
Passing another aqueduct chimney, and some nice houses. Discussing tread, and tube folding inside rims with Kelly.
The spooky carriage house on the Old Croton Trail.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Astoria to Pulaski Bridge (11.17 miles)
This afternoon I had the pleasure of taking a short scenic ride along the waterfront route on Vernon Blvd with my special lady. I wanted to show her part of the ride I take to get to her apartment, while also showing her some of the unique parks, and paths, along this route. Though it had rained in the morning, the roads were fairly dry, and there weren't many puddles. Slowly tooling down Vernon, the Boulevard was busy, but bike lanes on both sides make this a decent road to ride on day, or night. As we made our way through Long Island City we came upon the first of a few scenic locations, the waterfront leading to Goodwill Park. This is a short bend around some housing projects starting at 21st Avenue and 1st street, that offers some beautiful views of uptown Manhattan, the tip of Roosevelt Island, and the Queensboro Bridge.
Once you exit at Goodwill Park, you are now riding on Vernon Blvd, and soon arrived at the Socrates Sculpture Park. A small but beautiful space, this park had some quirky statues, and some projects that looked as if they were being installed for an upcoming exhibit. Signs in and around this park touted the many events they host, including being the starting point for the LIC Bike Parade June 9th. A small community event that hosts free bike repair, and free helmets, as well as a short ride to Queensbridge Park for a waterfront celebration. Riding along Vernon Blvd again, we come upon Rainey Park, which was unfortunately closed for renovation. Which left the last park along Vernon Blvd before you approach Pulaski Bridge, Queensbridge Park. This park had recently under gone a renovation of it's own, and featured slick new bike lanes and pedestrian paths. The view of the bridge from this park is quite awe inspiring, and it seems that they still plan to do more work to help bring the park back up to it's potential. After exiting Queensbridge Park, we rode down Vernon Blvd until we came upon Pulaski Bridge. I thought it would be fun for my girlfriend to at least set foot in Brooklyn for a moment so we proceeded to cross. Views of the skyline from the bridge were interesting, as thick gray clouds hung just over the tips of the tallest buildings. Now standing in Brooklyn I decided it was time to turn around. and after crossing the Pulaski Bridge back to Queens again, we stopped at a small park in the median of Vernon Blvd, and shared a protein bar. Heading home, we made a small detour cutting directly through Astoria Park, which then left us near my doorstep.
Waterfront Route leading to Goodwill Park. NYC skyline, and Roosevelt Island are seen.
Socrates Sculpture Park.
Queensbridge Park.
Pulaski Bridge to Brooklyn.
Pulaski Bridge to Queens.
Vernon Blvd, approaching the Queensboro Bridge.
Graffiti on Vernon Blvd.
Astoria Park.
Once you exit at Goodwill Park, you are now riding on Vernon Blvd, and soon arrived at the Socrates Sculpture Park. A small but beautiful space, this park had some quirky statues, and some projects that looked as if they were being installed for an upcoming exhibit. Signs in and around this park touted the many events they host, including being the starting point for the LIC Bike Parade June 9th. A small community event that hosts free bike repair, and free helmets, as well as a short ride to Queensbridge Park for a waterfront celebration. Riding along Vernon Blvd again, we come upon Rainey Park, which was unfortunately closed for renovation. Which left the last park along Vernon Blvd before you approach Pulaski Bridge, Queensbridge Park. This park had recently under gone a renovation of it's own, and featured slick new bike lanes and pedestrian paths. The view of the bridge from this park is quite awe inspiring, and it seems that they still plan to do more work to help bring the park back up to it's potential. After exiting Queensbridge Park, we rode down Vernon Blvd until we came upon Pulaski Bridge. I thought it would be fun for my girlfriend to at least set foot in Brooklyn for a moment so we proceeded to cross. Views of the skyline from the bridge were interesting, as thick gray clouds hung just over the tips of the tallest buildings. Now standing in Brooklyn I decided it was time to turn around. and after crossing the Pulaski Bridge back to Queens again, we stopped at a small park in the median of Vernon Blvd, and shared a protein bar. Heading home, we made a small detour cutting directly through Astoria Park, which then left us near my doorstep.
Waterfront Route leading to Goodwill Park. NYC skyline, and Roosevelt Island are seen.
Socrates Sculpture Park.
Queensbridge Park.
Pulaski Bridge to Brooklyn.
Pulaski Bridge to Queens.
Vernon Blvd, approaching the Queensboro Bridge.
Graffiti on Vernon Blvd.
Astoria Park.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Astoria to Bike Expo New York (May 3rd & 4th - 48 miles)
May is bike month, and New York knows it. Bike Expo New York, and the Five Boro Bike Tour start things off with a bang. I wanted to be fully prepared, and knew it was high time I upgraded my audio, so I purchased a lavalier microphone, and wind screen.
This year the Five Boro Bike Tour made some significant changes across all aspects of the tour. Not the least of which being; a rider number had to be won via lottery, rider packet pick-up took place in a centralized location (Bike Expo New York), and they instituted staggered start times to help keep the traffic flowing more smoothly.
I chose to cover Bike Expo Thursday, and Friday, riding to both; and Saturday, I decided on staying close to home, resting, and preparing for Sunday (the Five Boro Bike Tour). I left my apartment a little later than I had hoped on Thursday, and actually had trouble finding the place. I intentionally passed through Times Square looking for a UFC event I thought was taking place, and did not see one. Rolling up to Times Square the default giant Elmo stands waiting for photo opportunities. A man walks up, and inquires about my camera, referring to it's recording as "scan-o-vision".
After getting turned around in China town a little I finally arrive at the Expo around 3:30. I shot a few pictures, filmed a few booths, and then made my way to the "solutions" desk where i could get the form I needed if I didn't have my confirmation email printed out. No lines to speak of at that time, I waited a few moments to be helped at the solutions desk, and was helped immediately in the section handing out packets for my number range. Considering I live 10 miles from the pick up location, I probably have a much more generally convenient experience than the average.
Riding down Crescent Ave on my way to the 59th Street Bridge.
Climbing the 59th Street Bridge, a Q train passes overhead.
Cresting, and descending the 59th Street Bridge to Manhattan.
43rd Street to Times Square, standing next to Elmo, a man asks about my camera, and uses the term, "Scano-vision" to describe what the camera is doing while recording.
Significant headwinds put my new microphone, and wind screen, to the test.
The Freedom Tower scrapes the clouds as I follow a cyclist with a backpack down the West side bike path.
Canal Street, Chinatown.
Riding along the East River from the Manhattan Bridge, past the Brooklyn Bridge, Pier 17, and Fulton Fish Market.
Bella Helmets, Light Motion, Eastern Mountain Sports booths.
Eastern Mountain Sports booth cont.
5 Borough Bike Tour Jerseys and, Nutcase, Stinger, Polar Bottles, Aerotech, and Trail Rail, booths.
Various charities, SRAM rep discuss turning their cassette up to 11, and the King of New York booth.
Picking up my packet for the 5 Borough Bike Tour.
Satisfied with the ease of which I was able to acquire my tour packet, I then set out to cover more of the booths. Many of the companies were repeat vendors from the New Amsterdam Bike Show last week. The main difference that I could see between New Amsterdam Bike Show, and Bike Expo New York, was the vibe. New Amsterdam Bike Show represents more of the small independent bike and gear manufacturers; and Bike Expo New York featured more of the larger corporate brands, and high end health, and tech companies. Both shows were great, and are worth attending; I feel as if going to both really gave me a well rounded view of the state of cycling in New York. I found good information, and friendly reps at many booths, and made my rounds trying to cover a little of everything that was on offer.
When I came to a free beginners course on touring being given by Eastern Mountain Sports, I decided that I should sit for the hour, and try to pick up some pointers for the trip I hope to make in September, to Albany from Astoria, 2 days, 80 miles a day. Below you will find the one hour course broken into five clips. The course was given by two Eastern Mountain Sports employees, Forest, and Dolly. Both seemed to have plenty of fairly advanced touring experience, and packed quite a bit of useful information, into a pretty short format. Questions were taken from the crowd before we all broke off in our own directions. I bought, and consumed a turkey wrap by the stage that I thought was supposed to contain bacon, but did not. An hour after the touring course, the amateur fastest fix-a-flat contest was set to take place. I took a spot at the front of the stage and filmed some of the frantic shenanigans. Now full dark outside, I packed my gear and made my way along the East River to Midtown, and crossed the Queensboro Bridge to head home for the night.
Square Built Bicycles, and a "signed" Zipcar.
Black Bottoms, and Worksman booths.
Zen Bicycles booth.
Montecci folding bikes, Owl 360, and Cleverhood.
Beacon, and Shimano booths.
Bandbox Helmets, and Dance 4 Life, booths.
Globe booth, and Dance 4 Life rep displays features for a customer.
Bobbin rep mentions the infamous South American downhill youtube video.
FRS rep speaks it's praises. Discussing a recipe, "The Wheel" with a parmigiana regiano rep.
Timbuk 2 has a funky display, Kent booth, and the friendly Thule rep discusses the 5 Borough Bike Tour.
Eastern Mountain Sports Bicycle Touring Class Part 1.
Eastern Mountain Sports Bicycle Touring Class Part 2.
Eastern Mountain Sports Bicycle Touring Class Part 3.
Eastern Mountain Sports Bicycle Touring Class Part 4.
Eastern Mountain Sports Bicycle Touring Class Part 5.
A contestant in the Amateur Fix-a-Flat contest does a flip to take the stage.
Heat 1 of the Amateur Fix-a-Flat contest.
Heat 4 of the Amateur Fix-a-Flat contest.
The final round of the Amateur Fix-a-Flat contest.
Riding the East River Esplanade uptown during Sundown.
Descending the 59th Street Bridge towards Queens, mist fills the air.
Friday I return to Bike Expo New York with a new friend of mine, a long time rider of the Five Boro Bike Tour who I had been chatting about the tour with on facebook. We met in midtown, and took a scenic route down to pier 36. Most of what I found at the Expo was the same as the day before, except today when I approached the Eastern Mountain Sports booth, they were busy setting up a custom fitting demonstration. I felt this was a perfect opportunity to ask some questions regarding fitting in general, and Brian of Eastern Mountain Sports gave a great run down of the different types of fitting and who he has typically seen paying for this service. Later on I found myself at the Zen Bicycles booth again, talking with the owner of the shop, John about flat tires, and the benefits of keeping tire pressure high for every ride you take.
There was one thing going on Friday that was not featured Thursday, which I was interested in seeing. King of New York BMX was holding a BMX Freestyle Street Exhibition at different times out in the lot outside of the Expo. I kept checking to see when I could possibly watch the riders pull off some tricks, and finally walked up to find the Pro's who ride for King of New York BMX showing off some of their moves. Bikes, flipped, turned, twisted, glided, hopped, grinded, whipped, and wheelied, under riders such as, Roy DeGuzman, "Black Rob" Deveaux, Danny DeJesus, and Ivan Avilez. An impressive display of talent, for a small Friday afternoon crowd, was not completely unappreciated. Having enjoyed quite a bit of two days at Bike Expo New York, I decided to point myself towards midtown along the East River Esplanade, and over the Queensboro Bridge back to Queens, and home. *Five Boro Bike Tour coverage, coming soon!
Descending the 59th Street Bridge to Manhattan.
A rep from Eastern Mountain Sports is being set-up for an advanced bicycle fitting. Brian, explains the different types of fitting generally available.
Brian, from Eastern Mountain Sports, goes more in depth about bicycle fitting, and the kinds of people he has seen that have come to him about needing a better fit on their bikes.
John, the owner of Zen Bicycles talks about the benefits of tire pressure, in regards to avoiding flat tires.
Roy DeGuzman of King of New York BMX.
Danny DeJesus King of New York BMX, pulls off a 360, and a manual.
Ivan Avilez of King of New York BMX, does some Cherry Picking.
“Black Rob” Deveaux of King of New York BMX, pulls a 360, a 180 feeble, and a rail ride.
Danny DeJesus of King of New York BMX, pulls off a back flip.
Danny DeJesus of King of New York BMX pulls off a jumping Turn Down.
"Black Rob" Deveaux pulls off a 360, and a Tailwhip.
Roy DeGuzman pulls off the Hang Nuthin.
"Black Rob" Deveaux of King of New York BMX, pulls off a 180 feeble, 180, and jumps the manual pad. Ivan Avilez rides the frame, and handle bars.
Ivan Avilez of King of New York BMX, shows off his superior balance.
King of New York BMX riders; Danny DeJesus pulls a suicide air, and Roy DeGuzman has skills on pegs.
Ivan Avilez of King of New York BMX, shows incredible balance Surfing around standing on his seat, and handlebars.
Riding the East River Esplanade uptown during Sundown.
Descending the 59th Street Bridge back to Queens.
This year the Five Boro Bike Tour made some significant changes across all aspects of the tour. Not the least of which being; a rider number had to be won via lottery, rider packet pick-up took place in a centralized location (Bike Expo New York), and they instituted staggered start times to help keep the traffic flowing more smoothly.
I chose to cover Bike Expo Thursday, and Friday, riding to both; and Saturday, I decided on staying close to home, resting, and preparing for Sunday (the Five Boro Bike Tour). I left my apartment a little later than I had hoped on Thursday, and actually had trouble finding the place. I intentionally passed through Times Square looking for a UFC event I thought was taking place, and did not see one. Rolling up to Times Square the default giant Elmo stands waiting for photo opportunities. A man walks up, and inquires about my camera, referring to it's recording as "scan-o-vision".
After getting turned around in China town a little I finally arrive at the Expo around 3:30. I shot a few pictures, filmed a few booths, and then made my way to the "solutions" desk where i could get the form I needed if I didn't have my confirmation email printed out. No lines to speak of at that time, I waited a few moments to be helped at the solutions desk, and was helped immediately in the section handing out packets for my number range. Considering I live 10 miles from the pick up location, I probably have a much more generally convenient experience than the average.
Riding down Crescent Ave on my way to the 59th Street Bridge.
Climbing the 59th Street Bridge, a Q train passes overhead.
Cresting, and descending the 59th Street Bridge to Manhattan.
43rd Street to Times Square, standing next to Elmo, a man asks about my camera, and uses the term, "Scano-vision" to describe what the camera is doing while recording.
Significant headwinds put my new microphone, and wind screen, to the test.
The Freedom Tower scrapes the clouds as I follow a cyclist with a backpack down the West side bike path.
Canal Street, Chinatown.
Riding along the East River from the Manhattan Bridge, past the Brooklyn Bridge, Pier 17, and Fulton Fish Market.
The sign at the entrance to Bike Expo New York.
A panoramic shot taken just inside the entrance to Bike Expo New York.
Another panoramic shot, this time take from the opposite side, near the stage.
Bella Helmets, Light Motion, Eastern Mountain Sports booths.
Eastern Mountain Sports booth cont.
5 Borough Bike Tour Jerseys and, Nutcase, Stinger, Polar Bottles, Aerotech, and Trail Rail, booths.
Various charities, SRAM rep discuss turning their cassette up to 11, and the King of New York booth.
Picking up my packet for the 5 Borough Bike Tour.
Satisfied with the ease of which I was able to acquire my tour packet, I then set out to cover more of the booths. Many of the companies were repeat vendors from the New Amsterdam Bike Show last week. The main difference that I could see between New Amsterdam Bike Show, and Bike Expo New York, was the vibe. New Amsterdam Bike Show represents more of the small independent bike and gear manufacturers; and Bike Expo New York featured more of the larger corporate brands, and high end health, and tech companies. Both shows were great, and are worth attending; I feel as if going to both really gave me a well rounded view of the state of cycling in New York. I found good information, and friendly reps at many booths, and made my rounds trying to cover a little of everything that was on offer.
When I came to a free beginners course on touring being given by Eastern Mountain Sports, I decided that I should sit for the hour, and try to pick up some pointers for the trip I hope to make in September, to Albany from Astoria, 2 days, 80 miles a day. Below you will find the one hour course broken into five clips. The course was given by two Eastern Mountain Sports employees, Forest, and Dolly. Both seemed to have plenty of fairly advanced touring experience, and packed quite a bit of useful information, into a pretty short format. Questions were taken from the crowd before we all broke off in our own directions. I bought, and consumed a turkey wrap by the stage that I thought was supposed to contain bacon, but did not. An hour after the touring course, the amateur fastest fix-a-flat contest was set to take place. I took a spot at the front of the stage and filmed some of the frantic shenanigans. Now full dark outside, I packed my gear and made my way along the East River to Midtown, and crossed the Queensboro Bridge to head home for the night.
Square Built Bicycles, and a "signed" Zipcar.
Black Bottoms, and Worksman booths.
Zen Bicycles booth.
Montecci folding bikes, Owl 360, and Cleverhood.
Beacon, and Shimano booths.
Bandbox Helmets, and Dance 4 Life, booths.
Globe booth, and Dance 4 Life rep displays features for a customer.
Bobbin rep mentions the infamous South American downhill youtube video.
FRS rep speaks it's praises. Discussing a recipe, "The Wheel" with a parmigiana regiano rep.
Timbuk 2 has a funky display, Kent booth, and the friendly Thule rep discusses the 5 Borough Bike Tour.
Eastern Mountain Sports Bicycle Touring Class Part 1.
Eastern Mountain Sports Bicycle Touring Class Part 2.
Eastern Mountain Sports Bicycle Touring Class Part 3.
Eastern Mountain Sports Bicycle Touring Class Part 4.
Eastern Mountain Sports Bicycle Touring Class Part 5.
A contestant in the Amateur Fix-a-Flat contest does a flip to take the stage.
Heat 1 of the Amateur Fix-a-Flat contest.
Heat 4 of the Amateur Fix-a-Flat contest.
The final round of the Amateur Fix-a-Flat contest.
Riding the East River Esplanade uptown during Sundown.
Descending the 59th Street Bridge towards Queens, mist fills the air.
Friday I return to Bike Expo New York with a new friend of mine, a long time rider of the Five Boro Bike Tour who I had been chatting about the tour with on facebook. We met in midtown, and took a scenic route down to pier 36. Most of what I found at the Expo was the same as the day before, except today when I approached the Eastern Mountain Sports booth, they were busy setting up a custom fitting demonstration. I felt this was a perfect opportunity to ask some questions regarding fitting in general, and Brian of Eastern Mountain Sports gave a great run down of the different types of fitting and who he has typically seen paying for this service. Later on I found myself at the Zen Bicycles booth again, talking with the owner of the shop, John about flat tires, and the benefits of keeping tire pressure high for every ride you take.
There was one thing going on Friday that was not featured Thursday, which I was interested in seeing. King of New York BMX was holding a BMX Freestyle Street Exhibition at different times out in the lot outside of the Expo. I kept checking to see when I could possibly watch the riders pull off some tricks, and finally walked up to find the Pro's who ride for King of New York BMX showing off some of their moves. Bikes, flipped, turned, twisted, glided, hopped, grinded, whipped, and wheelied, under riders such as, Roy DeGuzman, "Black Rob" Deveaux, Danny DeJesus, and Ivan Avilez. An impressive display of talent, for a small Friday afternoon crowd, was not completely unappreciated. Having enjoyed quite a bit of two days at Bike Expo New York, I decided to point myself towards midtown along the East River Esplanade, and over the Queensboro Bridge back to Queens, and home. *Five Boro Bike Tour coverage, coming soon!
Descending the 59th Street Bridge to Manhattan.
A rep from Eastern Mountain Sports is being set-up for an advanced bicycle fitting. Brian, explains the different types of fitting generally available.
Brian, from Eastern Mountain Sports, goes more in depth about bicycle fitting, and the kinds of people he has seen that have come to him about needing a better fit on their bikes.
John, the owner of Zen Bicycles talks about the benefits of tire pressure, in regards to avoiding flat tires.
Roy DeGuzman of King of New York BMX.
Danny DeJesus King of New York BMX, pulls off a 360, and a manual.
Ivan Avilez of King of New York BMX, does some Cherry Picking.
“Black Rob” Deveaux of King of New York BMX, pulls a 360, a 180 feeble, and a rail ride.
Danny DeJesus of King of New York BMX, pulls off a back flip.
Danny DeJesus of King of New York BMX pulls off a jumping Turn Down.
"Black Rob" Deveaux pulls off a 360, and a Tailwhip.
Roy DeGuzman pulls off the Hang Nuthin.
"Black Rob" Deveaux of King of New York BMX, pulls off a 180 feeble, 180, and jumps the manual pad. Ivan Avilez rides the frame, and handle bars.
Ivan Avilez of King of New York BMX, shows off his superior balance.
King of New York BMX riders; Danny DeJesus pulls a suicide air, and Roy DeGuzman has skills on pegs.
Ivan Avilez of King of New York BMX, shows incredible balance Surfing around standing on his seat, and handlebars.
Riding the East River Esplanade uptown during Sundown.
Descending the 59th Street Bridge back to Queens.
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