bicycle, bicycle

i rode my bike to the upper east side yesterday to tutor .then over to williamsburg for my silks class. on my way back home i went thru so many neighborhoods in manhattan it felt like taking a professionally routed tour of the city. some of it made me think about how nice it would have been to share the experience. other parts of the ride recalled personal memories making the experience more private. probably the most interesting was my interaction with my fellow new yorkers. the following is an ode to my city, inspired both by my ride and by ed norton's monologue in spike lee's 25th hour - very much a new york moment:

f the cars whose left turns block the bike lane, forcing me to stop when i've picked up momentum
f the cab drivers who find the need to speed dangerously close by me; as if the lane they are in is not sufficiently spacious for their sloppy driving
f the people that j-walk as they watch me coming toward them at full speed; thinking that because i am not a car, they can stroll out in front of me rolling towards them
f the chinese and mexican delivery bikers riding against the traffic - not only giving bike riding a bad name but also making it more dangerous for those of us that can follow basic traffic logic
f one delivery man in particular for making animal noises behind me as we both rode up 6th avenue
and to the other delivery man who came biking across 6th avenue even though he had a red light?
well i would say f him too, except that he and the animal noise biker almost crashed into each other - both stopping short and flipping up onto only their front wheels (which made for a spectacular sight.... and it also shut up the animal noise maker) so instead i say thank you.
it was a good ride