Day three with the Strida …
I figure out that the Strida bag is assymetical and the bike will only fit in one way. The other way it’s like trying to get a futon cover around a futon mattress, only impossible.
Carrying this thing on the subway is weird. In the case it’s a drag on a crowded train, too much of a hassle. On a non-crowded train without the case I get even more wild-eyed looks and smiles and questions. This is good or bad depending on your need for attention/self-conscious ratio.
I forgot how much I enjoy riding through New York City on a bike. It might sound weird to others, but it’s a thrill. Part of it is definitely the risk involved; bike messengers are the closest thing we have here to the tough, romantic image of a cowboy.