last night i decided i need a bike. so naturally, i also decided, it's way more fun building your own.
i stopped off at joe's shop, which google and a few choice words lead me to find, just a few blocks off the 7th ave stop in brooklyn. tucked away, past report cards pinned to fridges, was a backyard.
it made me think of how rare backyards are in this city.
having a backyard in new york is like being the cool kid in elementary school. you get to throw pop and chip parties again; only the pop is spiked with whatever booze you can get your hands on and the dips are slightly more refined. we have moved on from our days of cheese whiz melted in the microwave; though, it's a nice change when you're feeling simple.
when you have a backyard, everyone wants to come to your party. because, well...you're the fucking cool kid. you get to slow dance to meatloaf, play games and hand out hot dogs. most of us in new york have accepted that we are just the fat kid, who eats all the cake and only got invited because his mom is fucking the soccer coach.
but, if you aren't 26 and preoccupied with turning every space available into your next place to party, then you do things like joe. you find a hobby. you turn it into a business. and you work on projects that you love.
which is what brought me 45 mins away from the city on the F train.
right now, she is just a frame. a red, 1983 fuji frame. but, in a week and a half, she will be transformed into a hot. fucking. traveling machine.
i stopped off at joe's shop, which google and a few choice words lead me to find, just a few blocks off the 7th ave stop in brooklyn. tucked away, past report cards pinned to fridges, was a backyard.
it made me think of how rare backyards are in this city.
having a backyard in new york is like being the cool kid in elementary school. you get to throw pop and chip parties again; only the pop is spiked with whatever booze you can get your hands on and the dips are slightly more refined. we have moved on from our days of cheese whiz melted in the microwave; though, it's a nice change when you're feeling simple.
when you have a backyard, everyone wants to come to your party. because, well...you're the fucking cool kid. you get to slow dance to meatloaf, play games and hand out hot dogs. most of us in new york have accepted that we are just the fat kid, who eats all the cake and only got invited because his mom is fucking the soccer coach.
but, if you aren't 26 and preoccupied with turning every space available into your next place to party, then you do things like joe. you find a hobby. you turn it into a business. and you work on projects that you love.
which is what brought me 45 mins away from the city on the F train.
right now, she is just a frame. a red, 1983 fuji frame. but, in a week and a half, she will be transformed into a hot. fucking. traveling machine.
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