With the LIRR delayed due to a fire at Jamaica, I decided to hang back at the office a little bit and take care of some business. There were several options about what to do and how to proceed (stay with Grandmother, stay with brother & sister-in-law until things picked up, crash at friends' place, kill time in CD stores, etc...) But at 6:25 I decided to head to Penn, scope out the situation and worst case scenario was to get booted off a packed train, bike-in-hand, and be forced on to an E train to go to Forest Hills.
It's raining a little bit and I am wearing my long sleeve Sanibel tee and pocketless blue shorts, backpack on back. It's not raining hard but the wind is picking up and it keeps me focused on what lies ahead. As far as I'm concerned there are no distractions on the nearby sidewalks as I climb Church Street. It's just me and the cars and the lights. No one drove selfishly, or perhaps I was so absorbed in my own self that one car became another and one block melted into the next. I am not angry and am not in any real rush since I've no idea what lies ahead. I'm not stopping at many lights and did the whole ride in about 18 minutes. This is the first time in long while that I've rode in the rain and it's somewhat refreshing and I do not take it for granted that it's not a cold rain and it could've been windier. It's just gray and generally unpleasant but without any malice.
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