You're not a biker until you get a flat.

It's been about 4 months since I got my beautiful English-company, Raleigh, bike. I've been riding it pretty regularly. Last week, I rode it from the place I've been dog sitting at to Prospect Park. It was about an 18 mile ride round trip. Today, I rode to Breezy Point. It was about a 16 mile ride. 10 blocks from home, I get a flat. And now I truly feel like a biker. I got through my first catastrophe, even if it was a minor one. Getting through Breezy Point is not very easy. First one has to ride on Emmons Ave, a one lane rode that makes asshole drivers think that it is two lanes. Also, the middle of the street has 45 degree angle parking. After Emmons, you get to Plumb beach. Not bad except in the beginning on it there is no road thanks to a certain hurricane from a few years back and a lazy city that does not care much about its south communities. After that, you get to a bridge which if you look down, you can see the water, the riding space is very tiny so if you move an inch over to the left you are going to hit someone, tip over, hit the water and get killed by incoming boats. Once you survive the bridge, it is only a short bike route ride to Breezy Point. Breezy Point is a strange part of New York City. It feels like you're in a New England town. Every house is a beach house that is surrounded by sand. There is sand everywhere. Every block is private property, so don't you dare trespass. Though I was on the main road, there was no major supermarket nor were there many people. Perhaps they were all on the beach. One way or another, it was a great ride that helped me get away from angry drivers and let me get my patience back. I wasn't even mad when I got my flat. Luckily, I was able to get it fixed within the hour at Roy's Cycles. In and out for only 12 buckaroos. Facts about Breezy Point: Only place in NYC that is not urbanized. It is a quiet beach community. The population is 99% white, 60% Irish Americans, nicknaming it "Irish Riviera" In the 20s there existed a resort that Clark Gable was a big fan of.