Terminal Warehouse was buzzing as stationary bicyclists zealously showed support for CycleNation, the American Stroke Association's fundraiser. It was an honor to be invited to speak about my book, My Stroke in the Fast Lane. I thought back to the first time I went into the city alone, I wasn't as strong. Z., my good friend, assured me that he would meet me at the gate at Grand Central. "Don't worry, Bonomo. I'll be there." But the overriding feeling I had on this particular day was one of gratitude: that this body could take the train to the city, walk to the #7 to take the subway downtown to Hudson Yards, walk a few blocks to CycleNation, and then repeat the journey home. I couldn't resist this shot with the EMT team. When I mentioned that I was a stroke survivor, the gentleman on my left kept saying, "God bless you. God bless you." <> <> <> Just got back from the cardiologist. After taking the usual EKG, he told me my heart...
This will be a very busy week! On Thursday, 3/12/26, I'll be speaking at the American Stroke Association's annual event, CycleNation , down in Chelsea at Terminal Warehouse. I'm going on at about 7pm and will discuss my book, My Stroke in the Fast Lane: A Journey to Recovery , as well as how the organization touched my life, specifically that Easter morning several years back. After having a stroke on Interstate-95 at 65 mph (I know! It's everyone's worst nightmare), the ambulance brought me to a hospital that gave me a tPA (or clot buster). It didn't work. I was still in critical condition. My heart was hovering over 30 bpm, with some beats occuring every 8 seconds. With crucial minutes still ticking, another ambulance whisked me 43 miles north to Yale-New Haven Hospital, who were able to help me. I am incredibly grateful to the American Heart / Stroke Association for its steadfast commitment to funding, facilitating, and accelerating the impact of i...