Once the City thaws-out from a brutal winter season (maybe the worst in memory, if you count all the rain), it's time to ride-out. Instead of riding dirty in my vintage diesel-fueled Mercedes, I'm out riding bikes, making memories and exploring this vast city. While the rest of the country is drowning in empty buildings and foul leases, NYC seemed to be steeping-up its game. Case in Point: Wards Island used to be no-man's land, a dust-bowl armpit off the coast of east Manhattan. Now, It's all cleaned up, with a circumfrential bike-path and fields of actual green grass - still the site of a rather gnarly coo-coo facility, but a cool respite from "dreary old Manhattan," nonetheless...
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