ode to demon

Sac and i rode almost 50 miles thru bkyln, manhattan and queens a few weeks ago all in search of the astoria beer garden. The demon is fun to ride with except he lives for danger (buy a helmet) swerving in and out of lanes, barely dodging the strip cruisers, and tending to forget his friend pam who struggled to keep up. i think on two occasions i had to call him on the phone and ask him where he was.  gold toof, fool proof

nada problem

kinda of a bleak picture off the queensboro bridge. first time i ever biked over that one. loud.
lurking