NYC: Day Four
By this point, I no longer have dry clothes. Everything has been soaked and nothing seemed interested in drying out, and I’ve started to joke about having trench foot since my feet have been in wet socks and boots for several days. A late start to the morning gave Erin, whose friend’s place he and I were couch surfing at, and I the benefit of missing the morning overcast and start the day with some sunlight.
I’m sure it goes without saying at this point, but everyone and especially those of us in the Midwest are desperate for sunlight and warm weather. We want to be outside in less than five layers and y’all seriously we want our skin to stop being so dried out.
I’m digressing now.
Sun! Above 40°! Aw hell yeah. After breakfast fruit from a nearby bodega and a pedal to King Kog, Erin got his bike packed up for a his flight that day and I hit up New Friend Chris Lee about riding around and exploring. He’s got a great eye and is a bike messenger, and I couldn’t have gotten to half of the little gems he showed me without his guidance.
More food, more exploring, talking about bmx bikes, another hug goodbye, and I was on my way into another evening of randomness, while kinda remembering that I had a train to catch the next morning.