Victor Kerlow Dear Diary:
An early spring Sunday on West 56th Street. Two bicyclists cross paths in front of me.
The first is a young man in a snazzy blue and yellow racing suit, a matching helmet, bike shoes and bike gloves.
The second is an older man in a white kitchen tunic and a baseball cap, balancing a bag full of food he is about to deliver somewhere.
The two men’s eyes meet, and I am struck by how differently each must view a Sunday bike ride in Manhattan.
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