Back steps were icy this morning but the streets were dry, and the temperature was mild, or at least over freezing. It started to rain on my way to the station, but not heavy.

The real excitement came after I got to the city and got on a CitiBike. Just as I'm speeding up to dash across 34th St before the light changed, a pedestrian walks out in front of me. The sidewalk was crowded and I was concentrating on dodging J-walking pedestrians coming from my right, and I guess I was going 15-17 mph and the guy on the sidewalk (to my left) abruptly changed direction and stepped directly in front of me, less than ten feet away.

I yelled "woah" and hit the brakes. First I felt the rear wheel go into a skid as it locked up, then the front wheel locked up and the rear wheel came off the road, and then I hit the guy. Not a hard blow; he didn't go down. I said "are you all right?" He said "I'm all right." I said "all right!" and I rode away before he could reconsider.

Happened so fast that my adrenaline didn't kick in at all! Still, I'd rather not repeat that.