What a crap day with all the sunshine and happiness. A pox on you, day!

That said, oh glorious day, oh divinely splendorous day, let's lay down with each other and talk of... stuff. Like that time when you were a shit day. Remember that? Saturday is a good example.

Get this: some complete and utter tool box cut me off in his rush to get onto the Brooklyn Bridge, then proceeded to immediately show off his 'Look, Ma. No Hands!' prowess. Which was fine...for a while. Perhaps, thought I, he is practicing for a unicycle tournament? Perhaps, thought I, he is in the military and being trained to ride a unicycle across a narrow pass under cover of darkness to infiltrate the enemy camp and lay down some C4 and needs this critical time to practice the LMNH? Both worthy reasons.

But then he pulled out another shelf of his tooly tool box and tucked his thumbs into the back of his belt on both sides. He overtook another rider like that, in that redonk pose. I was laughing pretty hard, and gave him a nice hairy eyeball as I blew by his ridiculousness (which he didn't see because I had my shades on).

Ride on, fine toolbox, in all your LMNH glory!