The bike song

I had not ridden my bike much until a few years ago.  It sat for a while in storage on Staten Island.  In the suburbs, beyond a certain age, a bicycle was a leisure activity.  The change in location to Brooklyn gave it a much more prominent fixture in my life.  I was able to independently take charge of my commute, my path through the city.  Whereas I had been a messenger, the bike was a tool of trade, now it offered freedom to explore.

I had grown up in a typical poorer immigrant existence, but my family outfitted me and my sister with bikes.  My dad, though not much of a driver, fervently explored Staten Island with me by bike.  We must have looked ridiculous, as he would ride my bike, and I rode my sister's - a bright pink and white single speed.  But that exploration of covering and charting each street on two wheels is something I still very much enjoy.

Mark Ronson & the Business Intl - The bike song.