Bicycle

I rode for the first time in a long one on Brooklyn streets. I own a car now, so the joy of riding on these potholed streets is noted on every block. It is weird how the two can work together. You really can avoid every sinkhole if you know which streets to avoid.

This boy is tired after trying out his new re-vamped Rocky Mountain. He is a bit to the wind. Yet, the gears work way better than he thought they would. The brakes screech a bit. Perhaps he is ready for the street again. The bike felt really good.

Haiku:

Wind blowing against,

the shore kept on calling him.

Coney Island bound.

The Coast II

The ape looked down on us, without expression. The cars blew exhaust in much the same way. The Safari didn't have wifi. The Safari just had a view of the beach. The beach. Ocean City barely has a beach. The waves were ferocious, yet covered in a pink blanket by the boardwalk lights. They (the waves) looked like weak pantyhose. Breaking and tearing in the twilight. I guess that is OC, just a flood light, aimed against what we all really want to see. There is no ocean anymore, as it is covered in oil and suntan lotion. The ocean is very much like Murph. I keep him alive for me.

The Coast Haiku:

Crash. Over and again,

tip, tip, tap the dog walked cross,

the waves kept crashing.

The Coast

Wow! It was great to have left NYC before all of the others left it. It felt vacant this past weekend. We went down to the Eastern Shore of Maryland first. The two of us had never been to the place we had first met each other as a couple before and it was haunting yet exhilarating at the same time. We returned to summer camp, a place where she and I were separated by years and boyfriends and girlfriends and clauses. Now we are adults and have re met in Brooklyn, NY. Everyone we had spoken to were also adults. We felt like we were at home. The dog, whom I've had for 17 years, almost 18, had never seen a huge body of water before. He had never walked on sand before. At first he was happy with the grass. He hadn't seen nature in years. By nature, I don't mean NYC parks, but acres and acres of ground. His eyes lit up and the soil was soft. He just walked and walked and walked.

We got to Ocean City, MD and didn't know it was Cruise Week. As we drove, we pointed out car after car from 1950, or Back to the Future and wondered where they were going. FL and I drove in awe at the strange Chevys and Fords that passed us on the narrow highway to OC. We just kept on thinking about the odd redneck feeling of OC. Did we make a mistake?

Then, when we looked up pet-friendly hotels in OC and we found the Safari, we knew we were OK. I walked in and saw all of the totem poles (Safari?) and random stuffed mongoose to know we would be okay. The hotel was at the best 2 star. They were obviously getting ready for the season and weren't ready for the weekend of vroom, vroom to come. Yet, they were the most accommodating I had felt in a long time. FL and I were happy. We had a great ape staring down on the beach to keep watch..

PART II Soon.....

Haiku time:

The waves and the sea,

Antlantic Avenue cars,

cannot compare them.