Saturday, 11:45 a.m.: The journey begins. Kurt and I race south on our rented bikes to catch the 12 p.m. ferry. Could we make it? It was like our own personal Amazing Race! We were weaving around tourists and almost took out several kids on scooters.
12:03: We pedal toward the South Seaport to kill a few minutes before our ferry. This is when the wheels start to fall off the bus...
12:08 I land hard off the curb (oops) and the bolt holding my bike seat in place falls out. We try to get the part replaced at a bike shop in Battery Park, but they can't help. We pedal back to Christopher Street; my seat is at midget-level and gently rocking back and forth as we weave in and out of traffic. It's now after 1. Seeing the universe is clearly conspiring against this trip -- as evidenced by the clouds that have rolled in -- Kurt turns in his bike. I refuse to give up!
There were several special events going on...an art show...and a trapeze demonstration! (The Dave Matthews Band was supposed to perform on the island the weekend of the hurricane.)
Kurt had used the afternoon to make some roasted potato, green onion and leek soup. He also put together this clever arrangement for a friend's birthday.
I barely made it through the rest of the afternoon, exhausted from the long ride and drowsy from the big beer I had with my burger when I got back to the neighborhood. It will be an early night...headed to Central Park early tomorrow for the Komen breast cancer run!