Preparing to ride my bike over the Brooklyn Bridge... thank you New York City.

'bout to break out and do it. the road awaits, the chill is in the air, there is no excuse, no reason not to... where is your bike? where are the soles of your feet? why don't you take to the concrete? take to the boardwalk of the great fuggetaboutit bridge?

Walking on the East River? Meet me where there is no longer a boro, just brick, steel, cable, sky, brackish river, and cool air. 

amen.