With our apartment morphing into The Dandridge B&B over the next two weeks (6 house-guests in 10 days!), we decided to take advantage of a lack in plans and declare Friday Date Night. We were long overdue for some alone time and had yet to visit our favorite Brooklyn restaurant, Frankie’s, since they released the summer menu. Braving a light rain, we started on our way when the evening took a fortuitous turn. There, on the side of Smith Street, we ran into a man selling used bikes out of a truck. Stolen? Possibly. But cheap and available nonetheless. Between the rain, the late hour and his impatient 4 year old daughter, he was clearly ready to call it a day so we took the opportunity to haggle two bikes for the price of one.
Dinner was expectedly delicious, but we were too excited for all of our biking plans on Saturday to go out afterwards. We walked home hand in hand, eagerly mapping out routes to try the next morning. We couldn’t wait to ride.
And ride we did…all day Saturday. We first rode to Ride Brooklyn in Prospect Heights. A little brunch at Melt while we awaited new brakes and we were back on the road, cruising around Prospect Park in the fun summer heat. From there, we coasted over to Brooklyn Flea in Fort Greene, a decent flea market with an unparalleled selection of food trucks. Drenched and exhausted, we finally made it home with a few hours to rest to before meeting our favorite Aussie/American couple out for a wild night in the city. Eating pizza at 3am seems much less scandalous when you’ve been sweating for 6 hours.
With that thought in mind, we headed out again on Sunday morning to sweat out some of the lovely toxins involved with a boozy night on the town. We rode down to the Brooklyn Bridge Park, which leads to a path along the river all the way up to the bridge. My real workout came after my tire exploded and I was forced to muscle the bike home on one wheel. Legs aching and shirt dripping in sweat, I was still smiling when we arrived home 30 minutes later. That’s the thing about bikes.