If You Grab NY and Shake, All the Crazies Fall to CA

It is normally best for me to just space out on rides.

My sporadic thoughts:
Keep pedaling.
Crap that car was close.
Keep pedaling.
Rubber side down.
I can totally catch that guy up there.
Keep pedaling.
Ouch I’m out of shape.
Pedal anyways.
Pedal in a full circle you idiot.
Why did I put this song on my ipod?
Pedaling… still.

Keep in mind that in between all of those are long bouts of nothingness. I really do mean nothing; it’s shocking how few brain waves I can have.

To the lady walking opposite of the direction I was riding today, thank you for throwing a little gem into my blissful monotony. She looked all fine and innocent clearly sizing me up, but we could share the space on the road. As I got a length away she started barking at me. Not yelling at me, barking as in “dogs bark, cats meow.” She then lunged at me reaching for my bars like a chained up junkyard rott. Luckily, she missed.

So to this lady, thank you. Thank you for missing my brakes. Thank you for filling my mind with jokes and confused laughter. And thank you for reminding me that I live in a city.

With a backdrop of the Pacific no less. Only in this city… good day.