410 pounds... We won't tell you the breakdown but it was a load.
Especially when dude went uphill. We laughed so hard, we cried. No really, we cried. Dude was sweating. He even got out one time to check the tires. Renee wants me to point out he checked the tires on my side.
However, I must add... We had a collision with a taxi on Renee's side. Literally, it was a taxi/ pedi accident. We won! The bike was well protected by all our cushion. The taxi van however, had the entire front bumper pulled off.
I'm not kidding.
Then, Renee, the great defender of the underdog pedi-driver, got into a heated discussion with the taxi driver. In the middle of down town New York with horns honking all around us.
We also discovered that you can make money in New York City in the strangest of ways. In the midst of taking in Times Square, suddenly a man appeared wearing nothing but a cowboy hat, boots and tighty whities, playing a guitar. Excuse me?!?!?!!! We're tellin'.....
Mr. Police man... Mr. Policeman... Is this allowed? We don't let people do this in the south...
The very helpful officer informed us that yes, in fact, he is allowed by the courts to be there. As a matter of fact, he has become some kind of icon in New York. He is known as the n*ked cowboy.
Policeman informed us n*ked dude is a millionaire! He makes over $600,000 a year standing in his tighty whities, strumming his guitar and taking pictures with people crazy enough to pay him in Times Square. Go figure.
Next stop... FAO Schwartz.
We stopped by the famous piano keys and let our toes tap out a few fancy tunes...
We had a costume change in the princess department...
Shopped 'til we dropped...every girl needs a new purse!
Mom... don't look. This is what you are getting for Christmas.
And this is where we'll be all day on Saturday...we'd love for you to stop by! We can't wait to meet those of you who will be coming!
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