Two friends and I rode all over the place yesterday. We rode through 2 neighborhoods in Brooklyn and over the Williamsburg Bridge. Then down the East River, past the Manhattan Bridge, and underneath the Brooklyn Bridge. There were sodas and snacks and daydreaming.


My pedal bit my leg, Robby put air in my tires, and we rode to a party back in Brooklyn. There were tacos, grilled corn, Brooklyn Lager, I ran into some friends and met some people. I rode home at 6pm to get ready for yakitori.
I don't know why half the city leaves in the summer; I had wings and helium in my chest.