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I took the bike out to Coney Island yesterday. The weather was perfect. Almost too hot, but Jon rightly says we have no right to complain give how bad it’s been elsewhere.

Borough Park is perfect for biking on a Saturday, too. The neighborhood is primarily Jewish and there are few cars on the road. Off the primary streets you can get a good speed up. The streets are tree-lined and and in fairly good condition.

Coney Island, however, is particularly unattractive. Potholes. Trash. Bad drivers. Giant eyesore housing complexes. I took the camera along, but didn’t see anything I wanted to take pictures of.

Actually, I did. Shell Rd under the F line tracks was impressive in the bright summer sun, but I was apprehensive about taking a picture of a transportation facility given the current situation. The elevated line runs right next to the transit railyard. There had to be security.

It took an hour to get out to Coney Island from Boerum Hill and about the same to return. About twenty minutes out, I felt a twinge in my lower back while starting up from a dead stop at a traffic signal. It didn’t bother me much and I kept going. Then when I got home I had to carry the bike upstairs. AARGH. I can now barely move. There are only two comfortable chairs in the apartment. Doing laundry today was an adventure of a different sort. When we went out to dinner last night, I walked to slowest I’ve ever walked.

Oddly, I probably still could have biked today, since that position isn’t painful, I just would not have been able to get the bike downstairs nor have been able to get on the bike.