"You go through Central Park and over bridges...and even the freeway."
That sold it.
So, 12 hours before the 5 Boro Bike Tour began, I decided to do it.
My biggest issue was whether I really wanted to wake up at 5:30 a.m. to make the 8 a.m. start time.
Fayden's boyfriend, Ross, basically has as many bikes as Fayden has Blythe dolls. They love to customize. So, not only did Ross let me borrow a bike, he gave me choices! I went with this sweet-ass red bike:
There were so many bicyclists at the beginning that we couldn't even start biking until 9 a.m. and even that was stop-and-go. When we were able to slip out from the masses, we took a short cut through some cars, taxis, 5-lane streets, the Columbus Circle, and a few horse-drawn carriages. And then there were these people carrying a large pane of glass.
Ok, not really on that last one.
At a few points on the freeways, it got so windy that it could almost push your bike over. If you were next to the center divide, you were close enough to touch the cars.
Ross, his sister, and I were split up along the 42 miles. I was the slowest. I didn't mind being by myself, but it made pit stops a bit more challenging. I had no one to watch over my bike while I went to the rest room. Who could I trust? I ended up unhinging and taking the bike seat into the port-o-potty with me.
Later in the day, I almost got into a 3 bike pile-up. It was probably my fault, since I'm just not that competent on a bike. It was probably during one of those times going downhill when it feels so good to let go of your brakes completely.
Two bicyclists were riding side by side ahead of me. I was going too fast and couldn't maneuver myself around them, so I ended up going between them. Fortunately, our handlebars didn't catch.
We finished the tour and took the ferry back at 5 p.m. It was awesome!