Articles Tagged with #biking
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Dispatches
The Iron in Man
How a book, booze, and a guilty hangover brought an admittedly non-athletic man to the starting line, and what happened next.
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New York, New York
The Cyclist’s Dilemma
Afternoons in the big city are terrible. Sunsets are horrifying, nights are long and anxious. Other people have choices, but not you. Then suddenly, a bicycle.
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TMN Weekender
The Great Migration
It’s been an interesting couple of weeks on the transit beat. A shark turned up on the N train. A ride on the Q inspired an an epic...
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Opinions
CrazyBike
New York’s new bicycle-share program is a big success. Since May, bikers have taken 646,000 trips. But the initiative has also caused many rational people to explode with rage. Why? Because humans are hardwired to hate cheaters.
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New York, New York
The City of Right Angles
When your daily commute to the office means speeding on two wheels up busy avenues, a meeting with a crosstown taxi cab can change your life. But sometimes being a New Yorker requires taking the city head on.
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A Modest Proposal
How to Not Kill a Cyclist
A plea for safety from cyclists to motorists.
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Gallery
Priti Baiks
Portraits of young men in Panama showing off their bikes—strikingly decorated, variously macho, and altogether priti.
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The Brakes
Beauty
I missed, barely. The metal wad hit him right between the eyes. He didn’t need stitches, but he bled all night during dinner. And he took off his...
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The Brakes
Loss
But I am thinking about the characteristics of Schtolenfünken, how sad it is when those who we admire fall from our admiration—a venerable football coach failing...
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The Brakes
Etiquette
The bike lane. It is ours. Not yours. Do not double-park in it. Do not wheel groceries in it. Do not set up art projects in it. You are making...
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The Brakes
The Breakdown
Picture cyclists as Italians who can tell you that Genoans are more annoying than Fiorentini and folks in Palermo are pazzo, but at least we’re not Greek. If...
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The Brakes
There Will Be Blood
Wreck no. 1 was in Central Park. I plowed into a guy who looked like Jesus, if Jesus not only had a beard and flowing locks, but also rode a Bianchi...