The deck had enough room for people. The parking lot did not have room for one more bicycle.
I had written “Rolling your way” just after 6:30 that morning. My first photo came a little before seven on the west side of Manhattan. By 9:25, my camera was in Piermont and pointed at the bicycle traffic outside a blue building.
There were at least twenty bikes lined up beneath the deck. Most were road bikes, with deep wheels, bright frames, and helmets hanging from handlebars. A green scooter at the end looked like it had joined the wrong club. The riders were upstairs eating and talking in cycling clothes.
The stop came after River Road. A few hours later, Ride with GPS emailed to say I had set a personal record on the segment from the entrance to the Ranger Station.
The message also said I was now ranked number 1,426.
That was funny enough to be useful. “Personal best” sounded fast. Number 1,426 put the accomplishment back in its proper place. I had been quicker than my previous self, which was the only comparison that mattered before breakfast.
The bike ride did not use up the day. The next photos were from a park in the city, where takeout containers, tomatoes, and drinks were spread across the pavement. I texted two words: “NYC bbq.” Later, I got back on the scooter and kept moving.
The photo I kept was not the personal-record screen. It was the bicycle parking problem in Piermont.