As we coasted down the 59th Street Bridge, my daughter let out a huge "wheee!" as we picked up speed, the East River hundreds of feet below us. Looking up, I saw the yellow girders of the bridge, while to the left, a Roosevelt Island tram passed by, its passengers waving.
But how did we get here in the first place? While electric bikes are all over New York, I wanted to see how well one of the best electric bikes would handle the city streets.
