August 20, 2016 | ~25 miles
It was the third and last week of Summer Streets. We rode to the Brooklyn Bridge, enjoying the nice breeze of the downhill. As we approached the bridge, we could feel the soft rain drops. Nothing to worry about. The sun is still shining and a little drizzle never hurt anyone. As we continued our ride, what started as soft drops turned into a downpour. The rain came heavy and swift. We weren’t going to stop. We were almost to the top and besides, there was no shelter. The little protection that the Brooklyn Bridge could offer was occupied by tourists blocking the path. There were moments of yelling, telling people to keep a path clear. We were already drenched. Please, move so we can enjoy the cruise down the bridge! People blocking the path for bikes is a continuous problem with riding the Brooklyn Bridge and rain made it harder.
When you’re soaking wet and you’ve come to accept it, a certain freedom takes over. You are no longer worried about being wet. You start to enjoy the joy of feeling the raindrops as it touches your skin. You stretch out your arms and became one with the weather. You enjoy the childlike pleasure of frolicking. The street is clear and you can ride without too many others beside you. You can go faster. You can wave at people working hard to be dry on the sidelines. You can rule Summer Streets!
Yeah, that’s right, it’s just us and a few other brave souls zipping up Park Avenue and into Central Park in record time.