Rush Hour in Brooklyn
This was a first for us: En route to the office this morning we encountered actual congestion in the bike lane along Navy Street, though the strikingly homogeneous group of riders remained quite civil as they pulled up to the intersection and waited, law-abidingly, for the light to turn green. As we approached Sands Street,…
This was a first for us: En route to the office this morning we encountered actual congestion in the bike lane along Navy Street, though the strikingly homogeneous group of riders remained quite civil as they pulled up to the intersection and waited, law-abidingly, for the light to turn green. As we approached Sands Street, everyone else made a left towards the Manhattan Bridge as we continued on towards Dumbo.
Not entirely true, however.
There are some people, sociopaths, really, who do not love me because they are not capable of love. Other than them though, I am universally loved, yes.
Nomi,
you obviously haven’t visited the OT enough.
Jester —
This doesn’t change anything, but I thought I should correct you…
Mass x Acceleration = Force
Mass x Speed (Velocity) = (Magnitude of) Momentum
“I use my car for business”
Even though I’ve repeatedly told you to get a room when you’re with a client.
“Wait a minute. Let me update that. I think Nomi would be left standing too. Everyone loves Nomi.” (benson)
Awww.
Not entirely true, however.
There are some people, sociopaths, really, who do not love me because they are not capable of love. Other than them though, I am universally loved, yes.
I suggest a Brownstoner triathlon. Part 1: driving from Coney Island to Park Circle. Part 2: biking down PPW to 3rd Street. Part 3: walking a double-wide stroller down 3rd Street to *Rob*’s house.
Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOX–uekZ9Q
…you think you’ve got trouble?
Try riding an adult tricycle around town.
If you’re not being derided by cyclists,
you’re being mistaken for a slow moving
imbicile on wheels.
“I’m not as thick headed as I come across”
Really? Because you come across as really, really thick headed.
“um, I don’t know how to ride a bike”
Says the woman who couldn’t identify her own broiler on a tour of her kitchen.
No, Biff, but I think everybody loves somebody.
(And I’ll prolly get GOTD for recognizing it, but ET is chanelling Bette Midler ^^^)