Just last week I was in the bike store on 28th Ave (not my normal store, but being able to drink at the Rover while getting a flat fixed is a big plus). A beautiful young woman was looking at bikes saying she'd never biked in the city before. Or something like that. Though she wasn't actually talking to me, I couldn't get over just how damn attractive she was. Somehow I resisted the urge to push the salesman and tell her she's be perfect on a tandem. And then gracefully swoop her onto the rear seat of our new bike. Then we'd bike off together into the glorious sunset and roll romantically around in the first fresh field of flowers we saw.
I did manage to tell her that this blog might have something useful for new bikers in the city. I wanted to tell her much more, but I am (alas) happily married.
Well, my beautiful... and hell, I guess any other person who kind of wants to bike in New York but has apprehensions, read Bikesnob and surmount your obstacles to biking.