I had a great time meeting people at the tweet-up last night. Thanks to @noneck and @brooklynbybike for putting it on. This was basically a meet-up with a group of people who’ve been using twitter to post about things bike related in NYC, using the hashtag #bikenyc. We all sort of geeked out last night and hung out at Adeline, Adeline, who we also have to thank for letting us be there and giving discounts.
We avoided the rain and went next door to the Reade Street Pub for beer and pizza, where we were rather happy about our decision not to ride judging by the rain delay footage from the Yankee game on the big screen.
(photo by noneck of our Meta conversation)
It was great to meet this crew of bike entusiast. If you use twitter, follow along with #bikenyc and you’ll get linked to stories like this just posted on WNYC.
It’s a brief video of some “man on the street” conversations of people responding to the new bike lanes.
The source of the story is here.
Matt is part of a family who hosts unique tours of NYC. Check him out at Levysuniqueny.com.
Which reminds me, Matt wanted me to post this story from his blog about coming to a cyclists aid. Yes, Matt’s got a blog too and posts some interesting experiences on and off the bike.
ï»¿Cyclists to the Rescue! by Matt Levy
Aunt Reba was in town from Seattle and I only had one night to see her. This meant a bike ride from my apartment in Greenwood Heights Brooklyn, over the Manhattan Bridge, coast through Chinatown and zoom through the East Village over to Sheridan Square, where Reebâ€™s East Coast BFF Maxine has an apartment with million-dollar views.
After sliding down the bike ramp into Manhattan and turning north onto Allen street, I came up and passed another cyclist, a cool looking dude wearing a vintage Mets teeshirt and baseball cap, zooming on a powder-blue single speed fixie. I nodded, he nodded, just two cyclists in the city on a warm spring night.
After Delancey street, just north of Sammyâ€™s Roumanian, something caught my eye on the West side of Allen; a taxicab pulled over at an acute angle to the sidewalk, with the driver out of his cab and face to face with yet another cyclist. This cyclistâ€™s bike was flat on the street. The driver looked to be a modern Middle-Eastern man, mid 30s, polyester clubbing shirt and trimmed beard, and the cyclist was white, blue undershirt and curly hair sticking out from under his helmet.
Read the entire piece here.