I pulled over and took some BIKE wardrobe Remix pics. I learned from other cycle chic bloggers that you put your camera on a parked tailgate or something but trucks are rare as hell in NYC, so I positioned my camera on a cement planter.
Here's the work-look-version of this outfit:
Pretty things on the ride home - Queensboro bridge with lovely-shaded clouds:
This is a slightly tense intersection. The cars in the right lane are ZIPPING a hard right and going onto the FDR. They are fucking gassing it. I have to veer right past their turn-lane and go up onto the sidewalk to approach the East River Esplanade. It ain't no thang, but I want to make sure I use the most-proper bicycle/traffic etiquette. I saw someone handle this poorly this morning.
This is the view from ATOP the only real hill I have to deal with. I don't like to coast down it very fast because I know however fast I'm coasting could be how fast I'm sliding down some pavement.
My hair is fucking short:
Really short - growing out the back is going to really, really suck and be hard. Really short hair is good though for not losing my life on blow-dryer time and because I change in and out of a ton of sweaters at the fittings at work. AND my hair doesn't get in the pictures of the clothes that the technical seamstress takes and then photoshops notes onto.
