Last weekend i rode my bike from my house all the way to the brooklyn bridge watching as I crossed neighborhoods and faces pass by. I then proceeded to cross the bridge taking special care to resist the urge to mow down the gawking tourists. I have to admit though, it is the nicest bridge I've ever crossed. When I got into the city I rode down to Battery Park city and hen up te west side all the way into Central Park. The sense of accomplishment was almost as stisfying as layingdown and falling asleep on the grass. It was an oasis of calm in the bustlng city I had just been riding through.
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