It's a supremely frustrating day at work. I get home, pop open a Brooklyn Pilsener, and put on NIN
while I get into my bike shorts and get my Camelbak together. Out the door and uptown on the Surly
to the "Little Red Lighthouse" underneath the George Washington Bridge. An easy spin. warmup. Back
downtown on Riverside -- I'm in a sporting mood, so I hit eleventh avenue instead of the Greenway
south from 72nd St. to 42nd St. Rush hour on 11th Ave. in Midtown is a hoot on the fix, and I only
have to dab a few times. Onto the Greenway at 42nd St. and downtown. A cab pulls a typical
bonehead maneuver outside Chelsea Piers, pulls right out in front of me while I have the green,
not even looking. I saw it coming clear as day, but I skid the rear wheel, make it look worse than
it is, and get into a shouting match with the cab driver. I notice a pretty girl in the back of
the cab as I start to ride off, and I lean down to the open window as I pass by and say to her,
"Please don't give him a tip." And I'm off, downtown, downtown, and finally I stop for a pint of
Bass at Foxhounds, Liberty St. and South End Ave. Nice folks, and they let you bring your bike
onto the patio with you. Refreshed, I head back uptown. Some nitwit on an OCLV latches onto my
rear wheel like a pilot fish, and I have to slow to a crawl before he figures out I don't want him
drafting me. Sigh.
I head back into traffic at 72nd St. and dodge cars the rest of the way home. Beer. Fix. Rush. One
hundred percent fun.
CC