A Sunday morning bike ride is the quickest way to fall in love with a place. You can get a sense of space without people interrupting the communication. You see buildings for their signs and signs for their structure and the homeless people lurking beneath it all. That’s where it’s a good idea to tread lightly. Proceed with caution and hope that your quest for a nice Instagram shot isn’t misinterpreted as attempted burglary.
Of course, without a little risk there is no fun. And without any fun we’re all about as interesting as Mitt Romney.
Just me, my bike and an abandoned building.