Well, we're past the two week mark, and still sans scoot. The singular hangup is getting the parts: the shop was able to locate what's needed Stateside, but nothing's arrived yet. (This doesn't even touch on the shipment that's supposed to have my front wheel speed-sensor in it, but got sent to the wrong dealer someplace else in the country. Fun times we're having lately.)
In the meantime, I've been trying to get by between public transportation and catching a lift from Le Wife. Both have been complicated: two Saturdays ago my tech-gig day was ruined when the train I was supposed to be on was suddenly canceled on account of "engineer (un)availability." A gig planned four days ago had to be scrubbed because Le Wife had urgent business elsewhere. And so on.
Yesterday (Sunday), I caught a ride into Brooklyn with wife for a gig; she met up with friends farther down the borough, and once I was done I'd find myself a Revel to hop on and join her and company for a properly socially-distanced al fresco meal at a Mexican restaurant in Park Slope. I was working in Williamsburg, and the client, just happened to live a few blocks from one of my favorite pastry shops, Fortunato Bros., where I hadn't been in years. Ran in got a variety of highly dangerous sweet goods, had them box it up and waltzed out in search of a decently-charged Revel. (It was a crazy-hot day, and some streets along the way were almost trecherously bumpy…in retrospect, I should've passed on the tiramisu.)
Some observations about two-wheeled action in Gotham right now:
- Traffic enforcement seems close to nonexistent: most people I saw on Revels were still not wearing helmets, and a few were jackassing all over the street.
- The no-helmet stuff didn't stop there: there was a young guy on what looked like pretty-beat GT200; he had no helmet, and the bike had no plates. Shortly after encountering him, a dude on a sportbike sprinted past me, also helmetless.
- I'm still not crazy about the high floorboard on the Niu bikes in the Revel fleet. I know the batteries have to go somewhere, and the example I was riding had considerably-improved suspension over the last one I grabbed a few weeks prior, but it's still annoying to noise my legs up high every time I take off. Ironically, while taking a tight turn fairly fast, I managed to scrape the side-stand fairly hard. (Not sure whether to feel proud or slightly embarrassed.)
Anyway, here's hoping for some Good News either tomorrow or Tuesday.
Yeah, I scraped it…didn't check to see if I left sparks in my wake.
Late for Dinner: Street-side table!
Yet another fattening temptation…(tiramisu didn't make it home intact.)
Le Wife, setting up a group portrait, old-school.
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