It had the character of great art – like ballet: stepping out on a wire almost inexpressibly high above the streets of one of the world’s great cities. It was a long-awaited point of departure and the beginning of an improvised performance as spiritually fulfilling for the man who completed it as it was dizzying for those standing agape as witnesses. It was the first of eight crossings between what were then the highest buildings on earth, and New York was just waking up.
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After spotting this article on Treehugger today, and almost getting run over several times in the last year, I began to wonder: where in the U.S. are the best places for a two-wheeled commute? Image from Guillermo D on Flickr
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