A ride in the park.

Most of these pictures (and comments) are Jim’s.

Peter on the celeste Bianchi.

Despite taking pictures while riding, I didn’t bust my ass all day.

It was perfect biking weather, low 70s and breezy.

This was horrific. The guy on the ground has a bee in his ear. He was in agony. About 8 different people called 911…

Underneath Riverside Drive at 125th Street.

Old fashioned *but* good?

The Servants of God, Seafood Division.

The Swift folder got a flat and we had to do some creative “sweethearting” (two on one bike) and “ghosting” (one with two bikes) to get us all home.

Damn this sign was big!