Essex & Rivington

(I think) Again, with the loss of data. I am sure I took this near Sugar Sweet Sunshine in LES, so we'll go with that location.
But cmon, how great is this one? Standing on its head, stripped to the core. I love it.
New York City has no shortage of broken bikes chained to street signs, bike racks, or any manner of semi-permanent structure. Each has its own flavor, its own character, and most definitely its own story. The stories we can only make up our own fantastic guesses. These are broken bikes that have crossed my path.