Orchard btw Houston and Stanton

On my way to a watering hole to catch up with my cousin Maryclaire (she's in the blue dress in the background, everyone wave). LES never fails to disappoint.
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.
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