To get to work during the strike, I’ve been biking over the Manhattan Bridge. Flatbush Avenue has been a parking lot yesterday and today, but on my trusty Bike Friday, traffic is not an issue.
Cold, however, is. I don’t have fancy all-weather gear, so I’m pretty grunged-up with layers of t-shirts, fleeces, and long underwear. By the time I get to the office, I’m cold and sweaty. Today, it took me a full two hours to defrost.
On the brighter side, I’m getting some much-needed exercise. And because so many people are using the bridges now, it’s also a nice communal experience.