Today I opted for a bike ride instead of a run. Why? Because I wanted to go inspect my city and see what was shakin’ in all corners.
Riding through city streets means I take my track bike as its indestructible. My tri bike would be destroyed with a single door to the frame.
Down Fifth, through Times Square then over to the speedy Lexington. To Park and through Union Square cutting right into the West Village. Tribeca and on into SoHo before heading east to yes, the East Village. Waving to the shuttered Nino’s Pizza with respect as I cut north. Things were going great and I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
Making my way up Park Avenue to begin my return trip my chain popped as I was at 18th Street. To those of you unfamiliar with track bikes, when the chain pops you now have zero control over the bike. There are no brakes and no gears, it is a single drive train, purest form of the bicycle. My right foot jolted out of the clip when this happened and I teetered right then left. I purposefully brought myself own to the right, bracing my fall with my hands and swinging the bike with my still attached left foot to my front like a brake dance move.
I detached my left foot and picked up my bike, inspecting it. My right shin was on fire, I must have had part of the bike smash in it.
As I turned to face traffic there was a bus stopped right behind me. The driver was like, “Hey man, you cool? What happened?” “Yea man, the chain popped! Could have been worse right!?” He replied, “For sure. How’s the knee doing?” I told him my knee was fine and that my shin was what got banged up. “Thanks for looking out man!” I yelled as he continued up Park Avenue.
I pulled my chain back onto the drive train and made sure the bike was seaworthy. Since my shin was killing me I decided I’d ‘walk it off’ a bit.
At 24th Street I decided it was time to get moving again due to my thoughts of lunchtime. I cruised steady, but very easy making sure I had complete control of the bike. Since Grand Central as totally blocking me from continuing north on Park I busted a left and then a right onto Madison. On a normal day Madison is a death trap for bikers, but it was a quiet holiday.
As I approached Carnegie Hill I popped off at 92nd Street, 1 block from my apartment. I started walking when all of a sudden I heard a double tap beep behind me. I turned around and at the bus stop was my bus driver! What? He gave me a thumbs up sign like, “You good?” I laughed out loud at him and I threw up my arm with a thumbs up. He sped away and gave a fist pump into the air!
Hell yea New York City.
