Took the extra long way around that takes me on the FDR MUP to the Hudson Greenway and around Central Park. It's really just a joy ride jammed in the middle of going home. On the MUP near South St. Seaport, I buzzed an oblivious older man on, what else, his cellphone. I rang my bell twice and he didn't look my way, too absorbed in his conversation, so I aimed right at his back and *whoosh*, I saw him jump a little as I passed.

Then near Battery Park, as I was squeezing through an 18" gap between the front of a car and the back of a bus, the car lays on the horn. Seeing as we were stuck in traffic and not moving, I figured the driver was just being an icehole. I looked over at the driver to see it was her big, fat, passenger that was reaching over and honking the horn. I just laughed at how completely futile her displaced anger was and kept on riding.

In Central Park, since it wasn't car-free yet, I was relegated to the bike lane which we share with runners who refuse to run on the dirt running trail lest their running shoes get dirty. Since there's two lanes of traffic to my right, the bike lane tends to get crowded w/ runners and cyclists. So of course, as two faster cyclists pass me on the right, some other woman tries to pass me on the left except she's going too slow. She pulls slightly ahead of me, but doesn't clear me, looks behind AND steers right at the same time, sees that she hasn't cleared me, veers left again, and hits the brake to avoid hitting a runner. She later tried passing me again, but didn't and probably gave up or got to her exit before she could try again.

On the way home from the park, I took the lane at a stoplight where another cyclist was and kept the lane so we could both ride w/o having to stay right. After I made my right turn, I watched a bunch of cars get in each others way and lots of screeching brakes were heard. It put a smile on my face.