The Power of Bicycles in Disaster Recovery [Atlantic]
As we made our way through the dense traffic of Flatbush Avenue, still several miles from the devastation on the Rockaway Peninsula, many people hollered out words of thanks and encouragement. Some smiled and shook their heads in disbelief. Some laughed.
I could understand why they might be skeptical. After all, we were headed out to a scene where the debris filled an entire parking lot at Jacob Riis Park. Acres and acres of it, hoed into neat rows by Department of Sanitation vehicles. The contents of hundreds of homes, turned inside out by Sandy. We were riding alongside huge National Guard vehicles filled with supplies and troops. What did our little convoy signify in all this madness?
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