Monday, September 28, 2009
Maybe Bike Snob is more powerful than I thought. The mere mention of disagreement over the importance of fenders and what happens, torrential downpour. Not that I believe fenders would have helped me at all, I was fucked, the victim of terrible timing. So I tried to be zen and go with it, which failed quickly, so I resorted to screaming obscenities at the top of my lungs, which got me through about 5 miles or so. I was doing alright until, in another moment of poor timing, a car passed going the opposite direction and splashed an amazing amount of water all over my front, and, much to my horror, revealed to me that I ride with my mouth open. That's right, and the swallow reflex kicked in. Arguably still better than the subway.
I love BSNYC for many reasons, not the least of which is that he saves me the trouble of expressing my feelings by saying exactly what I believe (except in the case of fenders) in a much more coherent, intelligent, and witty fashion.
So, I will replace my long winded diatribe about how Sullivan does not represent me with a simple link to the always great BSNYC.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Unfortunately, it seems that Ratner has been saved by one of Russia's wealthiest, a former basketball player. Can I trademark the "New Jersey Nyets"?
eh, beaten to it by
and I think SI as well.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
My commute this morning featured chilly rain, amazing traffic on Flatbush, a man pouring salad oil in the new bike lane at Allen St, and being behind a cop who blew through 5 red lights, no siren, to arrive safely at, yes, I kid you not, Dunkin Donuts. Not to mention about every offensive driving move you can think of. People are in midseason form!
The salad oil was certainly the high point. Perhaps we was confused by the green color of the lane?