It is easy to place most of the blame for my sticking to the subways on the rain that seemed to plague my entire June and so I will do just that. I had settled into a nice routine on the west side of biking into work once or twice a week or more generally whenever I won the battle with my snooze button and woke up in time to allow a morning workout and shower after the sweaty bikeride in. The river made for a peaceful and scenic morning on days I did choose the bike. It was an alltogethor different experience and nice change of pace for the hustle and flow beneath the city streets.
On moving to Roosevelt Island I had thought I might be forced to retire from commuting by bicycle. I was resigned to enjoying the walk along the East River each day while making my way to the subway but that first weekend we tram hopped across the river to eat a few times and gorge ourselves at Dylan's Candy shop. Each trip by tram I was enchanted by the river folding out beneath the quiet ride and the contrasting view of crowded east side blocks at the end of our outward trip. And each trip I kept seeing babies in strollers and cyclists boring their way onto the tram to enjoy the view alongside me. It gave me hope that I might join their ranks and resume commuting by the power of my legs every so often.
It hasn't happened yet but a new month has arrived and June's showers are far behind us. A distant memory. A filmy shadowy recall of past experience. Ok it rained several times last week as well but at least the heavens aren't pouring out a second great flood anymore. For now I am enjoying my extra bit of sleep and lazily walking to the F train but who knows what my happen this week. Except for The Shadow. He knows.
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