Yeah that's right. I was RUNNING on the north side of the Manhattan bridge this evening (gasp!). I didn't have time to fix my flat so I decided to run home from work today, from downtown Manhattan to Brooklyn. Some d-bag fred rides by and yells at me for running on his side of the bridge.

Yeah it was me! I know I could have run on the southside.. but I've actually never been on that side and I don't even know where it leaves me in Brooklyn. So I ran where I know, and I run to the side nice and safe.

Sooo.. after dodging UPS trucks and pedestrians in the bike lanes, and probably almost getting killed by a few cabs... this guy gets on the quiet bridge and rides safely around me, just him and I for a over a hundred yards. And yells at me? Dude needs to chill, I live on my bike,, but really this is NYC, us bikers aren't ever going to have our own place. I can't even imagine what he said to the little old chinese lady pushing her cart on the bridge.

Needless to say I tried to get him to stop, I honestly couldn't argue, he was right. I yell at him to holdup, and I was going to offer to do a long ride (metric century or soemthing) with him this weekend and buy him a beer afterwards (I'm serious). The D-Bag gave me the finger. nice.