Brooklyn Bike Family is a family of 4
Brooklyn Bike Family is a family of 4. Dad is an ex-bike messenger turned surgical resident, who rides his bike to work in rain and shine. Mom is a serious bike commuter and drags this, that, and the other thing home on two wheels. Boy Wonder now rides his own bike on the sidewalk and Little Sister, still just two, rides in a CoPilot rear bike seat. This blog is maintained by Brooklyn Bike Mom. Dad’s always at the hospital, connecting leg bones to hip bones, or something like that.
I’m not going to lie to you, Brooklyn in February is not an uplifting place to be
I’m not going to lie to you, Brooklyn in February is not an uplifting place to be. It’s been increasingly hard to convince myself that there is anything worth biking too or that biking is worth doing at all. It’s bleak people, but not entirely surprising. The middle-of-winter months are unkind. I find they require plenty of soul strengthening and not a small amount of doughnut-eating too. Which brings me to my love to coffee shops with sweets. One of my favorites is Outpost, on Fulton near Classon. They have a wide variety of food options, and even vegans can eat/drink there easily.
hey have a large amount of outdoor seating
They have a large amount of outdoor seating, which is terraced to give you an increased sense of privacy. This outdoor space makes all the difference when you have your kids with you but you hope to avoid the murderous gazes of people working on their laptops. The child-free, laptop-endowed stay in the cozy, warm indoor spaces leaving the back totally available for kids to dig rocks, eat at any table they chose, or even raise their voices.
After a refueling at Outpost
After a refueling at Outpost you can head straight for the playground. Three doors down, at the corner of Fulton and Classon, is the under-utilized Crispus Attucks Playground. It’s big, secure (only one entrance and exit), and fun. I don’t understand why it’s not busier. When the other playgrounds are noisy and full, this one is completely empty. This grey city, with it’s dead branches and freakishly warm weather is still getting me down. But I can’t argue with sweets and seeing my kids happy at the park. And the warm drinks and cozy atmosphere of local coffeeshops go a long way to seeing me through this season.
Perhaps ironically, I often feel that I’m not providing the kids with enough opportunities. We live in NYC, and there is no end to the number of activities it’s possible to engage in on any given day. And yet, sometimes I’m flat-out exhausted and we need groceries again. On those days our adventuring is pedestrian, in every sense of the word, and yet not without magic. I’m finding that it’s during these mundane trips that we have some of our most brilliant moments. The kids find some piece of garbage and amuse themselves endlessly with it, reminding me how to enjoy my present situation a little more. I calm down and my attitude softens while I walk.
Winter Bike Lanes
I think last week gave us a glimpse of what winter riding will be like when the real wintery weather hits. All and all, not to bad. I’m not sure why they don’t just go ahead and plow the bike lanes too, but I rode in the main lane until I needed to let a car pass and only pulled over into the bike lane to let them do so. For kids riding on the sidewalk, it can be very slow going with some slips and falls to be expected. I find a snow-suit gives the kids a feeling of invulnerability about falling, but maybe it’s just my 6-year-old boy who feels this way.
The rides definitely take longer, and you may discover, as I did, that your gloves are just crap for sub-zero temperatures. Equipment failures aside, it’s definitely worth the trouble to get out in this weather. It gives the everyone in the family a sense of equanimity to experience riding in different kinds of weather. Winter riding gives the kids a real connection to the seasons as you travel the same pathways, passing familiar trees and landmarks.
Silk Road Cycles
Yesterday we took the Bedford bike lane to Willoughby to Throop to Manhattan Ave. We were Greenpoint bound. After a quick stop at The Brooklyn Kitchen for Roberta’s baguettes, we jetted up to meet other homeschoolers for, aguably, the most ridulously enjoyable “workday” ever.