Not much time today to write. I have to wake the kids early for a field trip. Oh yeah, and I slept all the way until 6: glorious sloth. I’ve enjoyed waking up really early for the last couple of days: drinking coffee with impunity.
The weather has been beautiful, not too hot, warm and sunny. Two days ago I rode into Manhattan and bought sneakers. I went down through Brooklyn and took the Manhattan Bridge in and then came back over the Williamsburg Bridge. I would have been quicker if I took the W’Burg both ways, but I really like the ride between the bridges by the Navy Yard. I made it to SoHo in 45 minutes and back over the W’Burg in about 35 minutes.
If I have time I’ll try to calculate the distance, which I’m curious about. It was my own Tour de France because I had to make it back to Sunnyside for the third installment of my root canal (a dreary 75 minutes of grinding a dead tooth and molding the holes). I did a quick calculation of the mileage on http://www.walkjogrun.net/ and it came out to almost 15 miles, and since I shortcut my peregrinations through SoHo, I’ll call it a safe 15 miles. Glorious.
I also got a couple of great photos by the Navy Yard (which I haven’t actually looked at yet) of a couple riding double on a bike. It was really cute, she on her cell phone on the back, sidesaddle.
I also saw a drag-queen/transvestite with a flowing asymmetrical chiffon pantsuit (half hot-pants half floor-length: all see-through). A black man, he had a cute little bob of pressed hair: flaw-less. But he had a beard that was so think and bushy that Popeye’s Brutus. Amazingly beautiful.
Speaking of the Tour de France, I have to say it is like a slow motion car-wreck. I am terribly sad about the events of this year’s tour. I just want to say that none of the American Sports (MLB/NFL/NHL/etc) would be available to continue under the regime of WADA.
Kiko will be here tomorrow, I think.