We approached the Bridge on our bikes. It was night. Approximately 10:00 PM, late summer. The East River was a black void stretching below us, reaching for infinity. Looking out over the river towards the Williamsburg Bridge we could not see the horizon for the black sky and black water merged into one giving the appearance that we were suspended high above a great chasm separating two cities. Immense illuminated towers marked the edge of the chasm, the borders of two planets. To my right the N train ran parallel. I pedalled faster to keep up, to ride side by side, to race the train to the end of the bridge, my eyes locked with a passenger. I was now beating the train, I was winning! A manical laugh came deep from within as I looked out again over the vast expanse. I was flying.
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