I don’t know how much it is the seeing and how much it is the being seen that drives the traffic up and down the boardwalk. Maybe it is just the cool fresh air?
I saw a guy riding his bike with his surfboard in the side-mounted rack, his 4 ft. long skateboard under his arm, talking on his cell phone, while sipping on a latte. No lie.
I saw newborn babies at the hospital born with tribal tattoos. No lie.
In the war to defy the aging process, this is ground zero. No lie.
Me? I just ride the cruiser fast, envisioning every pretty blonde ahead in the distance(and they are all blonde) as one of you shmoes out there about to be dropped by me this fall when the real riding season starts.