I went for a huge bike ride today, probably the biggest one I’ve been on since I lived in North Carolina, if not before that. I decided to head up to Williamsburg to have breakfast. First I did not realize that Williamsburg apparently the brunch capital of the universe. Almost every place I looked at had huge waits for one person. I ended up finding a place with no wait, but I had to eat outside (it was kind of cold and windy) and the service was terrible. Kind of disappointing.
After breakfast I rolled over the Williamsburg Bridge, which is fucking humongous. I will say that the ride is smoother than either the Brooklyn Bridge (wooden planks like a boardwalk) or the Manhattan Bridge (sidewalk cracks that feel like pot holes when you roll over them). Anyway, my first idea was to ride up to 110th Street and cut over the north side of Central Park and ride down Broadway. After I got to around 80th Street, I decided to try and make it to the north edge of Manhattan and ride down all of Broadway.
I took 1st Ave up to 125th Street where I hit the FDR. No longer able to go north, I cut over to Madison Ave up to 138th Street. At this point I was basically tired of zig-zagging around Manhattan to get to the northwest side. Also the cold and wind was getting a little much. I cut over to Broadway and proceeded to bomb down Manhattan. Mostly a calm (for Manhattan) ride. Times Square and Columbus Circle were both fucking crazy, of course, but I’m alive.
I got off of Broadway at Times Square and didn’t realize it until I was in the West Village. A slight correction, back on track for a few more blocks before trucking over the Manhattan Bridge and back home.
After that I ate enough Chinese food for two, then rolled back to Manhattan (on the train, as I’m beat) to go see Wild Child at the Film Forum with Karen.
Karen and a few friends went for a beer at a nearby bar where we chatted and saw David Schwimmer.
Anyhow, it’s late, I’m totally exhausted.

