Bike theft is a big deal in New York City, but apparently the brave citizens of Marfa aren’t too worried about it. Marfa’s reputation as a Texas artist’s colony is what brought us to town, but after exploring some funky galleries and a Warhol exhibit we realized that we were out of wine and tortillas. (An interesting combination, I know. They weren’t going to be paired.)
Enter the Marfa market. We hop on our bikes and pedal our way down Main Street, passing an older woman on a cargo tricycle. Arriving at the market, we whip out our two Kryptonite U-locks and single cable lock and begin the 1-2 minute process of securing our inexpensive mountain bikes.
What happens next is pure small town. The woman on the cargo bike pulls up next to us, having caught up in the time we were fiddling with our locks. She leaves her bike next to the bike rack, unlocked, and heads inside to do her shopping.
You can take the guy out of New York City, but to some degree you can’t take the New York City out of the guy.
PS – Marfa was pretty cool.
posted by yair