September 12, 2010 New York
Models wore bicycle-chain necklaces, utility belts, and mechanic's jackets emblazoned with the words "Ride Me." Acid-hued bodysuits and striped thigh-highs sashayed out. One girl attempted to ride a skateboard in stripper heels (the kind with extra room for dollar bills); when she tripped, she picked herself up with House of Betsey aplomb. On the Upper East Side end of the cycle trip, museum-hoppers in black and white knits provided polish, while farther south, Fleet Week was celebrated by smartly dressed ladies in natty sailor suits. The crinoline-poufed ball gowns finished with puff paint and glitter that came out last would only look appropriate in one place: Times Square, where the tour took its victory lap.
Despite turning as mean a cartwheel as ever at the night's end, Johnson confessed a hatred for bike riding herself. "It's such hard work!" she said. "It kills my thighs!"