When it's this nice out you go for a ride. That's the rule.

Today was an unseasonably warm and sunny day:


Of which I took advantage by setting out for a leisurely interborough bicycle ride.

My original plan was to head over the bridge pictured above, but sometimes I just feel compelled to stay inside the city limits, so I wended my way down to Central Park instead.  I also relieved myself in a public bathroom on the Hudson River Greenway I've ridden by about a thousand times but never actually used:


The beautiful thing about both cycling and New York City is that you never stop discovering new things, and that includes urinals.

Speaking of micturation, I was almost home when I stopped behind an Uber at a red light.  As I stood there, I noticed the driver side door open, and minutes later multiple rivulets of urine started flowing from beneath the car and right in my direction.  Thinking immediately of my fancy Donnelly LCV tires I scuttled out of the way just in time.  So voluminous was the urine cascade that it was clear the driver hadn't been urinating; rather, he was no doubt emptying the pee bottle every for-hire driver keeps under the seat.  (It's usually a Poland Spring bottle, and the curbs and gutters of New York City are littered with them.)

By the way, I shared this anecdote on Twitter, upon which one user reminded me of this:

I really should do t-shirts.

Finally, since I mentioned the Donnelly tires, I might as well follow up on how they're doing since I've probably crossed over the 100 mile mark on them by now.  Basically, I still think they ride beautifully, and despite being a lightweight race tire they still show no cuts, even after being ridden in a rainstorm and through glass-strewn city streets:


I mean sure, it's only a matter of time, but at least for now they truly make my New-To-Me Titanium Forever Bike sing:

The streets are alive, with the smell of urine...