Was down yesterday; decided I had to break out. Rode my bike to Coney Island as the sun set. I had to suit up for the cold—in NYC theres no snow or ice yet so it was possible—thermals and puffer. I remembered on the ride that I’m so sick like the coolest. I hadn‘t rode my bike out to Coney since I was a teenager.
The return night ride along the belt parkway I passed only three other people just striding by the Narrows. To my right—hundreds of car headlights pointed to the airport. It like forced me to give myself some credit.