To balance out all the pictures of cake, I tried to take some actual cycling shots today.
It was quite fun.
First I rode up to City Bikes on 38th, to see if they could sort out my bars. They said they’d have to replace them (which was always going to be the case, really, despite my fantasies of bashing them back into place with a big hammer), and showed me various bars, and I realized it was going to cost me close to $100.
So I’ve decided to leave them as they are for now, following the logic that I spend enough on fixing my bike when it’s totally broken, without having to fix it when it’s only a little bit dented. (Plus, I’ll be spending more than a month’s wages on a road bike the day I get back to London. Yes I will.)
I headed east, and found myself on the Greenway – a cycle path that goes all the way round Manhattan, next to the water. There were ruined piers, that look like bizarre abstract sculptures.
I headed downtown, following a girl on an elegant road bike and a guy on a silly little BMX.
Taking photos whilst riding is actually quite fun, as I discovered when I got to the Brooklyn Bridge.
Then I rode over to Union Square, to seek out my daily cupcake. It was a difficult decision.
In the end I went for chocolate praline.
The two men walking their dogs in the background spotted me photographing my cupcake, and laughed, and offered to hold it for me. I was slightly embarrassed.
And then I had a lovely evening with a couple of friends, where I managed to tick off a huge chunk of my ‘must do/see/eat while in NYC’ list. First we went to a bar that sold cupcakes (hurrah!), and also matched them to beers and wines. I had a raspberry red velvet cake with cream cheese icing.
This means I don’t have to have a cupcake tomorrow. (Unless I want to, of course.)
Then we went to a quintessential New York cocktail bar, hidden away in a basement, behind an unmarked door, with a four-piece jazz band taking up most of the room. (It felt a bit too intimate to be taking photos.) We followed it up with a visit to a local gay bar, which was the same as all gay bars the world over (cheap cocktails, queeny men, Lady Gaga on a loop).
And then we had pizza and tacos, and I had my first ride in a real live New York cab (back to my friends’ flat, even thought it was only a 10-minute walk). And then I had a lovely lovely ride home, speeding through the warm almost-spring air, along the long, smooth quiet streets, and wishing it were twice as far. And I was too drunk to take photos, but sober enough not to try. Thankfully.