THE FIRST TIME I fell in love with cycling in New York, it offered me an escape. I was in the concluding weeks of a relationship, one made all the more claustrophobic by the fact that we both worked from home. Our shared apartment was nightmarish; its location—just off the bike path on Columbus Avenue in the Upper West Side—was not. Over the course of a month, I started exploring nearly every bike path in the city, with the help of a Citi Bike ride-share subscription. At first I told myself...

Source: Wall Street Journal June 24, 2020 19:18 UTC