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Sex in the City; ok, no Sex, but bicycling


There is just something about riding your bicycle in a concrete jungle. Early Sat am last, I boarded a train bound for NYC with my bicycle. Sure I had just gotten home the day before from a week away, but Mel says ok, and they would meet me on the Island...

So I walk my bike through Grand Central Station, people divided for me thanks to the ever-present "click, click, click" of my freewheel... And out to the street where I fly like the wind to Central Park.

There I meet up with two friends and we head into the park. Past countless joggers and bikers. Then back onto the street, in Harlem no less. So we high tail it back to Times Square, dodging taxis, busses, pedestrians and puddles. Did I mentioned it rained for the first hour of the trip?

I think it is the feeling of moving at high speed, around cars, where everything is paved over that does it for me. There truly is nothing like it.

Did you know that there are a lot of horses (the touristy handsome cabs) around Central park? For an extra 50 points, do you know what happens when rain is mixed with horse poop/pee then splashed on me? For an extra 10 points, on a scale of 1-10, how much did we smell like horse poop/pee?

Horrible. It took 3 washings just to get my clothes bad-odor free. I am not sure when I will be odor free.

Nobody likes to smell like horse pee. Except this crazy guy in Harlem who was yelling, apparently at oxygen molecules in the air...

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