All over the city, people leave their bikes locked up to fences, sign posts, whatever they can find, but there probably isn’t a neighborhood with a higher bikes-locked-overnight density than the West Village.
Our photo editor, Josh Gilbert went out one snowy January day and politely asked some to strike a pose or two.
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