Unicorn trike-bike in Brooklyn. I'm jealous.
Sunday night we went to Brooklyn on the subway and the subway seemed grosser than ever. Matt and I were both repelled and bitched about it the whole way there. There was a slightly homeless smell on both train cars.
The destination was worth it- The Mr. Transman pageant hosted by my local showbiz crush, Murray Hill.
Sunday I didn't ride my bike at all, breaking a major streak. I guess a streak since Memorial Day when we went upstate in a rented little car.
Monday I was back at it- Commuting to work.
First corduroy jeans of fall. My jacket is a little boys early 90's Jordache jean jacket.
Today, I was running late and it started to sprinkle on me, so I hauled ass and just took a quick panda when I was riding through the park.
On my way home I saw this sweet John Lennon ride going up 6th Avenue.
Then I ran into this guy and his favorite thing in the whole world is having me put pictures of him on the internet. Oh, Matt. Our commutes aren't that different, but it's rare that we meet on bikes at the same time and you bet I rang my new Grande Ding Dong bell at him.
I like how his jacket and helmet match.
One more Sweet Ride I saw Sunday afternoon:
