Bikes of New York

Aly was on photoshoot last month in New York.  With hawaiian t-shirt, bright white running shoes and oversized camera slung around my neck, I flew out to see the sights.

I went with an open mind not knowing what to expect from the city that never sleeps.  The city that never sleeps has a different vibe than the city of lakes, but one I couldn't have enjoyed more.

Fellow A.D.D. sufferers, search no more.  Your mecca is the meat packing district on the lower west side of Long Island:

Good God.  I don't think I blinked for three days.

In the trendiest part of NYC, there is more visual stimulation than allowed by the human body.  At 3:00 in the afternoon, lines would form in front of unmarked doors - which I assumed were flame-broiled of the hot, New York club scene.

Geek alert.

I was more interested in the bikes lining the city than any portion of the underground club scene.

For the photo album, some of my favorite NYC bikes: