When youāre riding on your bike, you just want to keep riding. Itās freedom. Itās the way to get away from everything.
Our first bikes, I guess, we got for our sixth birthday. We had no idea how to ride a two-wheeler as we were still on Big Wheels, but Dad, being the good father he was, piled us into the station wagon and the three of us went off to a parking lot. And we got that classic first ride: your father hanging onto the back of the seat sayinā, āGo ahead, pedalā, and youāre terrified out of your mind and heās running beside you. āDad, donāt let go! Donāt let go!ā Of course, heād let go five minutes earlier.
We eventually did learn, without Dad and the training wheels, and those became our favorite little bikes. Weād get excited on weekends when Dad would take us on a bike ride and we could go and explore and ride up into the mountains. Finally, in fifth grade, we were allowed to bike to school by ourselves, 20 blocks down a steep hill.Ā
We loved riding the rough dirt roads, over rock piles and through the orange groves, always going farther and farther in search of the steepest hill to climb. It was the first sense of freedom, those rides. We had those bikes until 7th grade.Ā
John: We were best of friends. We hung around together all day, every day, from when we were little all the way up to college.
Mark: From when we were born through our first year in high school, it was every day.
John: I canāt think of a day we werenāt together. For 18 years.
Accidents? Sure. We fell off our bikes many times. But it was our older brother, Michael, who was coming back from his paper route one morning. You had these saddlebags you wore on your shoulders. They would drag on your neck when you rode. The more papers you carried, the more money youād make. You emptied the bag in front first, and you had to swing the one in back around so you could reach the papers. You didnāt stop to do it or youād lose time. So itās pulling on your neck, choking you and once, Michael was headed down a driveway and the weight tilted him and he crashed face-first into this mailbox built to look just like a miniature house.Ā He had the little shingles of this little mailbox house shoved up under his gums. He had to go to the dentist to have them removed. They spent three hours getting shingle splinters out of his mouth. Plus, the roof went right through his upper lip. I donāt know how he ever got home, how he ever got back on his bike and rode home from that. This was before John and I had our routes and we woke up at six in the morning to the sound of him screaming, and we ran down and the sinkās full of blood.Ā
Growing up we hung around together every day. Weād fight every day. Play every day. We always loved each other. We were best of friends so, if weāre fighting one hour out of 16, maybe thatās not so bad. When you have a perfect companion at a young age like that, youāre less likely to have other close friends.
People always have a curiosity about twins, want to know every bit about your life. People would make fun of us for looking exactly the same. They were always asking, āDo your parents always know which one you are? When you get in trouble, do you blame it on the other guy?ā We both wore glasses. We spoke in the same funny way. We had best friends. And we shared them. So, sometimes weād go with three or more people instead of two. Ā
Our older brother Michael was allowed to bike where we couldnāt. Heād come back with tales of the other side. āItās the steepest hill you could ever imagine! You have to climb it. Man, when you ride down that hill, they call it āDead Manās Curve,ā you canāt see whatās happening in front of you, whatās at the bottom!ā When youāre a kid, those stories inspire you so much that when you get going and get to see what your brother is talking about, itās just exhilarating.Ā
So, we got older and our Dad bought us these ten-speed Schwinns. It was very hot to go from a little BMX to the ten-speed Schwinn that got us up and down these steep hills. And we rode them until we were18. And then we had a car to use andĀ the bikes disappeared for a while.
JOHN: We went to different universities. I went to Berkeley. Mark went to U C San Diego. After graduating, I moved to New York City. I had only been here two months and this guy I made friends with came up and said, āJohn, go up to the flea market and get yourself a bike.ā I did. And thatās when the city started unfolding for me. And Iāve been through 10 different bicycles since then. Just trading them off or replacing stolen ones. The bike I have now is the fanciest one Iāve ever had. I ride every day of the year, even in winter months. In snow and ice conditions.
MARK: If I can backpedal just a little bit, I came to New York later than John. I went to college in San Diego where I got into surfing. And the best way to get to a surf break was to ride a bike.Ā I had this old burgundy Beach Cruiser, a bike for that purpose, all through college. Iād muscle a board under my arm, ride barefoot through campus, up this hill and take this precarious trail down to the beach and the surf.Ā
I was 21 when I came to New York. And John said, āFirst things first. You gotta get a bike. You canāt even hang out if you donāt get a bike.ā
We didnāt have money for taxicabs, and subways couldnāt or wouldnāt take you where you wanted to go. Being from California and used to spending so much time outdoors all the time, getting all that exercise, having a bike in the city is a beautiful way to get a break from everything else. Riding down the street is almost the closest thing to surfing I can think of.
Helmets? I respect it. I donāt hate it when someone wears a helmet. Itās the safer thing to do. But John and I donāt wear helmets. And weād worry that if we did have on helmets, weād ride more aggressively than we do. But not having a helmet, we take it a little easy. Thatās why we have three-speed classic Schwinn-style bikes and even used bikes. They keep me from going too fast. I stay upright on it. Iām not trying to race anybody. Iām just using my bike as a relaxing way to get around town.
Iāve never gotten into fix-gear riding but I do like the simplicity that comes with single-gear bikes. I never worry about what gear Iām in or shifting gears. I love that. I like to have hand brakes and be able to coast. Like the second gear on your three-speed, thatās the one gear you use. And Iāve only ridden single-speeds since.
This is an old Schwinn twin-speed that I converted to single-speed.Ā
John: I probably had 10 different three-speeds and now I have a single speed. I got it from George. On my refrigerator, I have a quote by the novelist H. G. Wells: āWhen I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair for the future of the human race.ā And I very much believe that.Ā
Mark: I usually ride every day. One time, it was pouring rain when I saw John. I said,Ā
āYouāre not going to ride in that!ā
āOf course, I am,ā he said.
āHow you gonna do it?ā
āMary Poppins-style.ā
āI carry an umbrella while I ride.ā Sure enough, John piles on with the umbrella.
Umbrella? Iām gonna do that as well. Good idea. You donāt have to worry about puddles. It may not be the safest thing to do, but when you do that, your feet tend to stay dry although some days not. The slush. Youāre tired.
John: I always go for it. Itās kinda fun. Once, my bike slipped out from under me, but not too bad. Iām an architect, too. And the days can be hectic and youāre running from one structure meeting to the next and, for those 10 or 15 minutes between meetings, your bike gives you a break, clears your head and you just feel good.Ā
We both bring our girlfriends on our bikes. Itās always funny to pull up to a fancy party with a girl on the back of your bike, or to pull away the same way.Ā
When youāre riding on your bike, you just want to keep riding. Itās freedom. Itās the way to get away from everything.
Iāve known George a long time, since the late 90s when he opened The HUB on Morton Street. Iāve purchased all my bikes, except the first one, from George.Ā Itās one of the few places you can find a good classic bicycle. Weāve always had a nice, friendly relationship.
Mark Barboni is Co-Owner & General Manager of Hudson Clearwater Restaurant. John Barboni is Co-Owner of Hudson Clearwater, Co-Founder of Elemental Architecture and a certified yoga instructor and teaching weekly classes as a volunteer in New York City.