Friday, October 2, 2009

Confessions Of A Recovering New York City Bike Messenger, Entry #2

10/2/09.
1:22pm.
6th Avenue at 34th Street.

I had somewhere I was trying to be. I had a little bit of a tailwind. And I might as well come right out and say it: I was enjoying myself, jutting inches in front of cars and people, rendering lane markers and crosswalks meaningless.

To a bloated throng of West-of-the-Hudson-ers, clogging the crosswalk like a weeks-old clump of congealed pubic hair:

"HEEEY! IT IS IN YOUR BEST INTEREST TO MOOOOOVE!!"

I didn't even have to slow down.

Hey, I'm ridin' here.

I'm not an asshole in real life, I just play one on two wheels.

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