One of those things I had decided to do was ride a bike. Everywhere.
Before that time, last April, I think, I hadn't
hopped on a bike for years. The last time I had rode one was when I picked it up from the repair shop my freshman year in college, after one of the pedals fell off while I was in the middle 55th street. Which sucked because I missed out on going to Manny's Deli with my class at the end of the trip. I know, I could go to Manny's Deli and get sandwiches anytime, but it wouldn't be the same.I wanted a new bike, so on impulse I decided to go and buy one, and it cost me damn near 300 bu
cks. But it was an awesome ride. Until it got stolen while I was shopping in a Jewel grocery store. I walked around the block many times, hoping that I would 
find it hidden in some corner, behind some garbage can, or see the guy who stole it riding it. But I was out of luck.So a good friend of mine told me of a bike place, and I went up there and got a decent (rusty) bike for half the price I spent on my previous. It was also nice I got it during the middle of Pride Weekend. Very interesting, I wasn't feeling uneasy about the flamboyance, I think I am too creepy looking for gay guys to hit on me, don't know if that is a good thing or bad thing.
Nevertheless...
I got my bike and it began a great experience, where I got really good at riding long distances. Up to 30 miles three times a week was my peak performance. I strongly endorse everyone getting a bike, it's like the world opens up to you, until you hit a pothole, or run into a car, or have neighborhood kids throw things at you, or you freeze half to death like I did today riding.
But seriously, bikes are fun.
