Sharing the Joy

Despite a still-slightly-sore back, I rode into work this morning, mostly because I was too lazy to fight the navigation on the PAT website to see when the 77F runs. On the way in, at the 62nd Street bridge, a guy rolled up next to me on his bike — “fixed or free?” “Fixed” I said. “Me too.” Turns out this guy’s been riding fixed for 25 years, and he was on a sweet custom made Serotta (which was about 20 years old). He commutes to work in Lawrenceville everyday, and often does long training rides on the same bike. Very cool. He’s the first non-messenger fixed gear rider I’ve met in the city (though I’ve spoken to at least one other via email).