RR: Gotham Alight

Corvus Corvax said:

After dinner and a few beers, it's time to ride. I strap on the Niterider and hop on the fix and
head downtown. Traffic is light, which is a damn good thing, because I'm feeling pretty slow and
full and beery. I fall into an easy pace on the fix and cut off the street and onto the Greenway
at 72nd St. There's a few cyclists out, not too many. It is very humid. I look east at 34th St.,
and the horizon is alive with fire. I turn and head east. The Empire State building rises in front
of me, blazingly illuminated. Behind, on the East River, the sky crackles with fireworks, a wall
of sparks and flame framed by the skyscrapers of Midtown. I move up the street in a languid spin
on the fix. It is beautiful and overwhelming. I ride east on 34th Street. My heart soars. I no
longer hear the traffic. I am bathed in light. Buoyed by light. Propelled by light.

CC

The best way to get to and from a massive urban fireworks display is by mountain bike. Even if
there's no singletrack, air or mud to write about.

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Fourth of July. The wife is upstate with her family, hanging out with friends is going to happen
tomorrow. Tonight it's just me and the Airedale.

I take the dog out for a walk in Riverside Park while the lamb stew cooks and the beer chills.
Manhattan on the summer holidays, Memorial Day, Fourth of July, Labor Day, is totally unlike its
usual self. Especially on the Fourth of July. All the upper west side yuppies are out of town in
the Hamptons or upstate or something. Except for me. There's probably twenty open parking spaces
on my block, it's that empty. And normally high-tone Riverside Park has been invaded by all the
folks from Harlem and Washington Heights who c can't afford to weekend in the Hamptons. The park
is totally changed. Families congregate around huge spreads of food, salsa music blares,

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everywhere, boom-boom knockout Latina chicks are cooing over the dog. The Harlem crowd swoops in
like a breath of fresh air. The dog is wiggling with glee (and who wouldn't be, getting all that
attention from the girls?) I'm wearing a big grin myself. Smell the pozole,

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After dinner and a few beers, it's time to ride. I strap on the Niterider and hop on the fix and
head downtown. Traffic is light, which is a damn good thing, because I'm feeling pretty slow and
full and beery. I fall into an easy pace on the fix and cut off the street and onto the Greenway
at 72nd St. There's a few cyclists out, not too many. It is very humid. I look east at 34th St.,
and the horizon is alive with fire. I turn and head east. The Empire State building rises in front
of me, blazingly illuminated. Behind, on the East River, the sky crackles with fireworks, a wall
of sparks and flame framed by the skyscrapers of Midtown. I move up the street in a languid spin
on the fix. It is beautiful and overwhelming. I ride east on 34th Street. My heart soars. I no
longer hear the traffic. I am bathed in light. Buoyed by light. Propelled by light.

CC

Amazingly beautiful picture you paint of Manhatten with the fireworks display , CC . I can
picture the colors exploding and reflecting off the mirrored windows of those skyscrapers
in my mind .

Speaking of dogs , My neighbor has a Samoyd ( picture a Norweigen Elkhound , only solid white with
a lot of hair ) . That breed has a very friendly disposition and absolutely loves attention .
Occasionally we will ride to the local park with the Samoyd on a leash leading the way . That dog
is one hell of a babe magnet and we have had a few over for BBQs and MTB rides .

Nice RR , Corvus . M&M

Corvus Corvax said:

After dinner and a few beers, it's time to ride. I strap on the Niterider and hop on the fix and
head downtown. Traffic is light, which is a damn good thing, because I'm feeling pretty slow and
full and beery. I fall into an easy pace on the fix and cut off the street and onto the Greenway
at 72nd St. There's a few cyclists out, not too many. It is very humid. I look east at 34th St.,
and the horizon is alive with fire. I turn and head east. The Empire State building rises in front
of me, blazingly illuminated. Behind, on the East River, the sky crackles with fireworks, a wall
of sparks and flame framed by the skyscrapers of Midtown. I move up the street in a languid spin
on the fix. It is beautiful and overwhelming. I ride east on 34th Street. My heart soars. I no
longer hear the traffic. I am bathed in light. Buoyed by light. Propelled by light.

Dang, almost makes me want to be American. Almost 😉

--
Matt

Fear of a flat planet

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Fourth of July. The wife is upstate with her family, hanging out

with

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friends is going to happen tomorrow. Tonight it's just me and the Airedale.

I take the dog out for a walk in Riverside Park while the lamb stew cooks and the beer chills.
Manhattan on the summer holidays, Memorial Day, Fourth of July, Labor Day, is totally unlike its
usual self. Especially on the Fourth of July. All the upper west side yuppies are out of town in
the Hamptons or upstate or something. Except for me. There's probably twenty open parking spaces
on my block, it's that empty. And normally high-tone Riverside Park has been invaded by all the
folks from Harlem and Washington Heights who

c

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can't afford to weekend in the Hamptons. The park is totally

changed.

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Families congregate around huge spreads of food, salsa music blares,

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everywhere, boom-boom knockout Latina chicks are cooing over the

dog.

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The Harlem crowd swoops in like a breath of fresh air. The dog is wiggling with glee (and who
wouldn't be, getting all that attention from the girls?) I'm wearing a big grin myself. Smell
the pozole,

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After dinner and a few beers, it's time to ride. I strap on the Niterider and hop on the fix and
head downtown. Traffic is light, which is a damn good thing, because I'm feeling pretty slow and
full and beery. I fall into an easy pace on the fix and cut off the street and onto the Greenway
at 72nd St. There's a few cyclists out, not too many. It is very humid. I look east at 34th St.,
and the horizon is alive with fire. I turn and head east. The Empire State building rises in
front of me, blazingly illuminated. Behind, on the East River, the sky crackles with fireworks,
a wall of sparks and flame framed by the skyscrapers of Midtown. I move up the street in a
languid spin on the fix. It is beautiful and

overwhelming.

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I ride east on 34th Street. My heart soars. I no longer hear the traffic. I am bathed in light.
Buoyed by light. Propelled by light.

CC

Amazingly beautiful picture you paint of Manhatten with the fireworks display , CC . I can
picture the colors exploding and reflecting off the mirrored windows of those skyscrapers in
my mind .

Yeah. Not for the first time I'm impressed by the way this guy can paint an emotional picture with
words. Thanks mike

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Fourth of July. The wife is upstate with her family, hanging out with friends is going to happen
tomorrow. Tonight it's just me and the Airedale.

I take the dog out for a walk in Riverside Park while the lamb stew cooks and the beer chills.
Manhattan on the summer holidays, Memorial Day, Fourth of July, Labor Day, is totally unlike its
usual self. Especially on the Fourth of July. All the upper west side yuppies are out of town in
the Hamptons or upstate or something. Except for me. There's probably twenty open parking spaces
on my block, it's that empty. And normally high-tone Riverside Park has been invaded by all the
folks from Harlem and Washington Heights who c can't afford to weekend in the Hamptons. The park
is totally changed. Families congregate around huge spreads of food, salsa music blares,

Quoted message said:

everywhere, boom-boom knockout Latina chicks are cooing over the dog. The Harlem crowd swoops in
like a breath of fresh air. The dog is wiggling with glee (and who wouldn't be, getting all that
attention from the girls?) I'm wearing a big grin myself. Smell the pozole,

Quoted message said:

After dinner and a few beers, it's time to ride. I strap on the Niterider and hop on the fix and
head downtown. Traffic is light, which is a damn good thing, because I'm feeling pretty slow and
full and beery. I fall into an easy pace on the fix and cut off the street and onto the Greenway
at 72nd St. There's a few cyclists out, not too many. It is very humid. I look east at 34th St.,
and the horizon is alive with fire. I turn and head east. The Empire State building rises in front
of me, blazingly illuminated. Behind, on the East River, the sky crackles with fireworks, a wall
of sparks and flame framed by the skyscrapers of Midtown. I move up the street in a languid spin
on the fix. It is beautiful and overwhelming. I ride east on 34th Street. My heart soars. I no
longer hear the traffic. I am bathed in light. Buoyed by light. Propelled by light.

CC

Nice RR. My friend lives in a Spanish neighborhood and the women are amazing.

Fredzep