Soundtrack: "Bicycle, Bicycle, You Are My Bicycle" - Be Your Own Pet

Aviva is my summer activities hero. She started NIGHTBIKE, a totally rad bicycle adventure club! Here she is throwing the NIGHTBIKE gang sign. (n.b. for nightbike, duh!) For NIGHTBIKE's maiden voyage, we rode all along the waterfront, from East River Park, down around the bottom and up to the Chelsea Piers area. We had many adventures along the way. Come and see! P.S. Are you rad? Do you like bicycles and adventure? You should come with us next time! Email me for the deets.

Before we go, check out Aviva's downstairs neighbor's secret backyard dreamland! I hope they sacrifice virgins on that thing.

Nightbikers! Making a pit stop outside the Staten Island ferry station.

It's like, really hard to take good pictures while you're biking. I'm just too spazzy. There was so much stuff along the way that I wanted to take pictures of, like the dudes having a parachute race, or the weird hippie jam fest we stumbled on in Battery Park, or all the Asian men with like 10 fishing poles each lined up against the railing over the water. (Do you think they actually eat the fish they catch in the East River?? Gross!). So these pictures don't really do justice to how gorgeous the whole ride was. It was beautiful. It gave me feelings.

I did manage to stop for the pink sunset. Yay, pink sunset!

We also stopped to watch the trapeze people.

Whee!

And then we passed a Victoria's Secret party on the pier. The theme had something to do with pajamas and the color pink. I have no idea. And there was someone performing on the stage and we asked who it was and it was Ashlee Simpson! Ha ha ha! How funny is that to accidentally stumble onto a Victoria's Secret-sponsored Ashlee Simpson concert! I love it.

Everyone kept coming out of the party with all kinds of pink promotional schwag. We were so jealous!

We left Ashlee and went on to climb the rustiest, most scary bridge thing ever outside some parking lot in the middle of nowhere. We had lost half of our bike gang by this point. Only the few and the brave remained.

You really can't tell just how high up we were. It's waaaay up high right over the water. It's weird they don't have any ropes or signs or anything to try and keep people from going up there, cuz it's pretty rickety. It's also a great place to dump a body. Just sayin'.

Western view.

Eastern view. A soccer stadium! Who knew?

Our final destination was the Frying Pan, this rusty old historic boat where they have a restaurant/bar and dance parties on the dock. I hadn't been there in years, since Vice had a party there once, and I forgot how awesome it is.

Haha! Sorry Aviva! It's too funny.

AWWW! This little guy decided to come join us for dinner. He totally chilled with us.

Yo, can I get a fry or what?

Inside the boat is super creepy. It's like a Nine Inch Nails video in there.

Great place for a make-out... or a murder!

After the Nightbikers all high-fived and rode off into the night, I met up with Ryan to wind down with a nice, relaxing late-night dinner at Takahachi. This dish is called "New York Dolls" and we wondered if the rolls were supposed to look like the band, like little punk rockers with crazy glam hats and hairdos. We asked one of the chefs and he said, in a thick Japanese accent, "Ah! Yes yes! John-eee Thun-dah!"

We're on two wheels, baby!