An Ode to the Bicycles of Brooklyn
I love the idea of the bike share program, if for no other reason than it gets people above ground for an extra half hour each day. If we weren't bred to work in cubicles, we certainly weren't made to slither there in damp black tunnels.
I've already grown nostalgic for the bikes of Brooklyn, battered and belted to trees with rusting Master Locks. The Rosses and Puegots so tired ,they look like they could not possibly be ridden again...until somebody with a wicked look in their eye walks out of a bar or coffee shop or Duane Reade and mounts them.
And so I went out—before the Citi Bikes arrived—with a Nikon F5 and 36 exposures of Kodak film. Two days walking from Williamsburg to Greenpoint to Bushwick using each of these temperamental, imperfect frames on the temperamental, imperfect bikes.
