He flung himself from the room . . .

. . . , flung himself upon his horse [bike] and rode madly off in all directions.” (From Gertrude the Governess by Stephen Leacock [1869-1944], of Canada.)

Joey here.

To date, on this Ride we’ve biked 126 miles (204 km). We’ve biked 11,913 miles (19,299 km) since April 2011 on all eleven Rides, to 39 states, DC, and Ontario.

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As for “riding off madly”:

I don’t get distracted. My head is stuffed with polyester.

For meat-brained chauffeur Jeffrey, though, these pandemic-era NYC Rides are head-spinning.

Our normal Ride routine is simple. Bike all day, with stops to listen, talk, and take photos. Write, edit, and post an illustrated essay. Sleep. Repeat.

Newspaper columnists take days off. Not us. Never. We go go go. Focus. Focus. Seven days per week.

But when living at home, doing day Rides, it’s different.



Deliveries for a guardianship agency.

Family and friends.

Watering and hauling for our building’s garden committee.

Et cetera. That’s why, when at home, we don’t Ride or post every day.

Soon we’ll continue this Ride’s deep dive into immigration history.

For now, here are glimpses of recent excursions.

Roosevelt Island and Long Island City, seen from the Koch Queensboro Bridge above the East River.

Astoria Islamic Center, with enlargements to show detail (including me on our bike).

We met Austrians (not Australians!) at Little Island Park on the Hudson River.

Katrin runs a metal fabrication factory. Hannah does cutting edge research and analysis of women in the workforce. They are emphatic: women’s rights are human rights. And vice versa.

Lightning striking New Jersey, seen from safety in Manhattan.

Birds Without Borders: we zoomed in on this flight down the Hudson.

A new NYC bike lane, seen over our fairing. Illegal motor vehicles and daydreaming pedestrians: Keep Out!

These snapshots are your assurance that, even when you don’t see us, we’re still on the road for human rights.

We’ll write again soon.

3 thoughts on “He flung himself from the room . . .

  1. Peace & petals Jeffrey. I like that your shot of the bike lane shows space for pedestrians and motorists as well as bicyclists – is active transportation a human right also?


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