When you think about getting out for a ride on your motorcycle, how often do you think about heading into a major metropolitan area? More often than not, my thoughts about riding involve being in remote areas, places of solitude, or lonely mountain rounds.
But if you want to get in and around a city, being on two wheels gives you lost of room to maneuver where a car can’t.
The Beauty and Solitude of an Empty City
Solitude. Now that is something that I wouldn’t typically equate with existing on the edges of the five boroughs of New York City. And yet, what I discovered is that it could be experienced.
Sure, timing was everything. The universe had to line up the chess pieces and I had to make the opening move. But on an early Sunday morning at the end of August when these photos were taken, I pretty much had Wycoff Ave in Bushwick, Brooklyn all to myself.
The streets that morning were filled only with the compressive thump of my motorcycle exhaust and the swirling color of street art. The city streets felt simultaneously alive and yet… not.
With initiatives from groups like the Bushwick Collective the streets of this area have become an ever-expanding canvas of street art and murals. This smattering of photos is just the top of the iceberg.