go ride a bike. explore the city. slowly. learn its secrets, whispered in alleyways and carved into its bumpy backstreets. ride beneath the canopy of trees on 10th street that cool you in the heat and dampen the rain before it soaks through your shoes.
go ride a bike. listen to the sounds of children laughing. to waves crash against the seawall. to the water beneath your wheels. to your breath. to your body.
go ride a bike. join this city’s symphony playing slightly out of tune. move through it, become its chorus, as the gridlocked mute the world around them.