Flatlanders appear to be somewhat of an endangered species in NYC. Either that, or they simply ride in places that I don't know about. It used to be that Union Square was the place to go for those with small gears and short wheelbases. James Kennedy ruled the spot for years, before disappearing to parts unknown. Now it's Joe's turn. Three artsy night shots—hitchhiker, halfpacker and stick bitch(?). Oh, and a timer shot of yours truly with a half-assed hang five at the Banks volleyball court. They've since gotten a lot better.