leaving manhattan. Staten island was made just a little longer by
having to wait on a goose crossing and then finding ourselves with no
way off, except Thomas' pickup. We walked, we sailed and from time to
tome rode a bicycle. We also learned that bike racks are not to be
trusted as one attacked charles' bike, severely bending the front
wheel and forcing us to a bikeshop, from where we now write our first
post.
Lessons learned from the day
- bike racks suck
- leatherman's are sharp (ed may need a stitch or two)
- riding hurts your ass. What does not kill it makes it stronger
- route35 in jersey will kill you
- we need a map
