By Mindy Fichter, Associate Director of Publicity
In celebration of National Bike Month, I’d like to pay tribute to my bicycle, White Lightning. For nearly a decade she has been my ever-faithful steed in riding the often pothole-ridden and fume-choked streets of New York. White Lightning and I have clocked many miles crisscrossing the city, venturing from my tiny apartment in Brooklyn to expansive greenspaces and shorelines near and far.
We’ve made our way to Dead Horse Bay to scout for glass bottles and other sea treasures, and pedaled to Brighton Beach for Ukrainian food before rolling along the boardwalk toward Coney Island for a ride on the Cyclone. We’ve climbed the hill of the Prospect Park loop so many times that it almost felt easy, and have traversed nearly ten city bridges, the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge being the most exciting because at the time it was closed to car traffic for the annual Five Boro Bike Tour.
One memorable evening a few summers ago, White Lightning and I enjoyed the dusty sunset and warm breeze at Brooklyn Bridge Park. Together we took in the magnificent view of the East River and downtown Manhattan skyline from our vantage point in DUMBO, heard the tinkling music emanating from Jane’s Carousel, and walked the promenade to watch pickup soccer games and sand volleyball matches. If I had installed a basket on my handlebars, surely we would have tried to scoop up any number of four-legged friends we met along the park paths.
I have owned many bicycles throughout my life, but White Lightning has been the most cherished. She might not be the fanciest girl at the party, but she knows how to provide an endless good time. She is more than my mode of transportation; she is my vehicle for adventure and escape. We go places where cars can’t fit and travel distances people can’t make on foot. I’ve never loved another two-wheeled machine more than her, and I hope we will have many more years together on the open road.