I am never in town for Thanksgiving, but the annual Coney Island Turkey Trot is something I am always sad to miss. In past years, I simply thought that it would be nice to get outside and get some slow and not particularly graceful exercise after being cooped up indoors eating like it’s my job for two days straight. Also, truth be told, the idea of free Butterball turkeys being handed out to the first three male and female finishers kind of cracks me up. This year, however, the race has a whole new significance because the route wends its way along the Coney Island Boardwalk, one of the many beloved parts of our borough that was ravaged by Superstorm Sandy. Throw on some sneaks and show your support for a neighborhood trying to get back on its feet—$3000 from the race’s proceeds will be donated to relief efforts. The first 500 to sign up will get a Coney Island hoodie and everyone will be treated to six-foot heros, drinks, and live music at the post-race reception. You can preregister online for $30, or pay $35 to enter the day of the race. –K.H.
Before we know it summer’s going to come to a close and it’s going to be too cold to go out. Netflix and hot toddies in our bathrobes are going to replace our nights out bar hopping and seeing live bands, and we’re gonna whine about not having enough heat in our apartments. But until […]
Between the Bike Cult Show—Brooklyn Bike Jumble’s annual exhibition of hand-built bicycles—coming up in Queens a couple weeks from now and the Bicyclists’ Ball being put on by Transportation Alternatives on Aug. 14, we’re definitely in a two-wheeled state of mind. Even without these upcoming events, summer in general is a busy time for cycling, […]
A cold, creamy beer float is sophisticated enough to banish the spring break swim-up bar stigma that’s dogged icy alcoholic drinks for years. I went to college down South, and when it was hot (which was most of the time), my roommates and I used to make pitchers of mudslides from store-bought T.G.I.Friday’s mix, drink […]
“I don’t believe in an interventionist God/But I know darling that you do.” Those are the opening lyrics to the song “Into My Arms,” which was my early introduction to the music of the legendary Australian band Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds–albeit through a now-forgotten Bill Pullman-Ben Stiller movie called Zero Effect from 1998. […]