I'm officially a Brooklyn biker. My partner and I have been inducted into Brooklyn's bike culture with our new bicycles that we ride through the streets, zipping pass brownstones, bodegas, and narrow one way blocks on a high. I used to be afraid of riding in the streets alongside traffic, but now I'm unstoppable, managing to ride over my fear, pedaling at a fast pace to get to my destination on my bike. My partner pedals in front, usually leading the way with her pro high speed bike. Our helmets glisten in the sun as Brooklyn's streets transform into a vast plain, becoming hills and valleys. The urban concrete begins to bloom into flowers and tall grasses rustling in the wind, a river nearby. On my bike I'm a butterfly. 
In fifteen minutes, we can ride from Bedstuy to Grand Army Plaza, fill our baskets with Farmer's market goodies then ride back. In less than ten minutes we can ride to Fort Greene, have brunch then venture across the Brooklyn Bridge to Soho in twenty minutes. Our bikes take us everywhere, allowing us the privilege of being mobile pedestrians. Like our fellow Brooklyn bikers, we rule the streets. Gentrified Brooklyn already has a very artsy, urban-hippie culture filled with organic food eaters, writers, vegans, dogs, baby strollers, cafes, joggers, mothers and fathers with babies tied to their chests with tie-dyed cloths. But one thing we all share is an appreciation for our borough.
So there's nothing better, I believe, than exploring my beloved borough with my partner on our bikes. And besides, the workout is phenomenal!
Nicole © 2010
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