In our New York series, we left Manhattan heading towards Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Going through this area without a bike is not conceivable. This holy land for hipsters from all around the world can only be visited on a worthy steed, suiting the refined residents of this neighbourhood. Then we grabbed a fixed gear Bianchi to remain incognito and avoiding people throwing us stones if we decided to sit on a café’s terrace in these surroundings. Ok, this is a bit exaggerated, but Williasburg is a very special place. There you walk as if you were in a half-residential, half-industrial suburb. Everything is calm, you can hear children laughing, and when you look at the horizon, one amongst many perspectives New York offers is Manhattan buildings. They are only separated by the East River, looking narrower from this side (compared to when you cross via Williamsburg bridge – hell of a walk, my calves still remember it). Out of town, but so close from it. What a strange feeling, you could hear Manhattan throb, rumble by moments. But here we are, in retreat, in peace and maybe safe. Something sure is Williamsburg residents aren’t the same than Manhattan ones. Yet there are only few (kilo)meters between each other.