I’ve taken many remarkable rides within New York City’s borders. I have pedaled from Far Rockaway, to Harlem which took me across the many great bridges that connect New York's boroughs. Riding in New Jersey is something I know little about. My friend and local New Jersey resident, Greg Maka, suggested a ride down the shore. New Jerseyans refer to the 141 miles of ocean coastline as “The Shore." I was intrigued by this and anxious for a new campaign in claiming undocumented lands through cycling warfare.
"I pumped my way through the muffled morning streets of Brooklyn. The air was a mixture of fresh morning dew and thick heavy humidity."
I began my adventure as I do most of our adventures, before the sun rises. I pumped my way through the muffled morning streets of Brooklyn. The air was a mixture of fresh morning dew and thick heavy humidity. I always enjoy early morning rides through the city. There is a calmness to it, like I'm riding though the the eye of a hurricane. I biked my way to Penn Station where my real journey would begin. I boarded the New Jersey Transit, which Greg boarded too along the way at another stop. We disembarked and met at Perth Amboy. From there we mounted our metal steeds and proceeded to invade the shore.
Greg led the way. He had already planned out our route. I felt the air rapidly becoming thicker and hotter with every minute passing. Greg and I have a solid record of unintentionally picking days to ride in excessively violent temperatures. Today was no different. Either way we were off and into the unknown abyss of the land of Jersey.
Our ride was what you would expect of any suburban environment; big lawns, fun windy roads, and scary political sentiments. I’m not sure how many towns and back roads we took on our way, but it was spectacular to say the least. I road on shores, long straight bikes paths, wooden bike paths along the water, and even through some poorly graded sand paths. The ride was never the same for very long. We blazed new trails and wove in and out of one suburban neighborhood to the next with great fortitude.
"We had 20 more miles to go, and believe me they were the most grueling miles of the entire journey."