The morning was just so cold. The problem was that I overslept to a point where I didn't even think to turn on the tv and see the weather report but thankfully brought my heavy, long-sleeve polo shirt with me so that by the time we were entering Penn I had it on as my top (and third layer). The truth is that it's only really cold for the first 5-10 minutes and then I warm up. My fingertips were pretty raw too, as I am using my lifting gloves today instead of my Yankees gloves.
I listened to most of the latter half of Monster Magnet's Dopes To Infinity omitting the last two songs and then listened to a couple off 4-Way Diablo. The cold will not bother me as much later today nor tomorrow, since I will be better prepared (there's a brand new hoodie waiting for me at my desk).
Mostly today's thoughts were spoken aloud and it's me talking to me telling me to move my ass. Not too many folks on the road today there was one jogger who was stretching out wearing a t-shirt and shorts and him and the bicyclist wearing shorts are two guys who won't admit it but their testicles are probably still way up in their respective stomachs.
Because it has the tendency to be a little congested, I had to get a little close to the pedestrians as I crossed Broadway via Thames Street in front of the Starbucks. I said "excuse me" to a tall, gruff-looking guy with slightly gray hair and a lazy eye and he stopped abruptly and gave me a dirty look. I ignored it, looked both ways before crossing and then parked the bike in front of the building, next to the cops who are always stationed there. I knew this guy was going to confront me but I was confident nothing would come from it. As I was locking up the bike, he then muttered something of an insult by calling me a "stupid f*ck" for shaking my head at him. I tried to quickly explain that I said "excuse me" and before I could elaborate he got louder as he walked away. I dropped my helmet, took off my headphones and backpack and loudly asked him if he had further plans, since the cops were standing right next to me. He continued his petty name calling and I just smiled at him. The cops were cool about it all -- they pointed at the guy and made the international swirling "cuckoo" sign with their fingers. My only concern was for the bike, so when the angry guy turned the corner I turned around and locked the bike up with the others on Nassau St., so he couldn't come back to where he'd think it was and mess with it. I probably would've reacted the same way even if the cops weren't around, but it's certainly not worth physically fighting over.
NITE OF DEC 1
Amazed, I was able to pedal back to Penn since the streets were remarkably dry and it was no longer raining. What up with that? It keeps the streak going and I feel like I'm putting one over on the man. And the man, in this case is the MTA ticket machines. It's Chanukah tonite and all the more reason to celebrate.
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