Picture this: a guy in his 70's walking down a hill with a white tank top undershirt and white boxers on and brown socks and shoes. Once he spots me climbing up this hill approaching him, he gives a "thumbs up" and shuts one eye while pointing his thumb at me - kind of like he was painting a portrait. As I pass him, he's still got the thumb out and he says something like "You GO you son of a..." and it faded off. This kind of thing is all too common, as I ride a street with 3 "no-tell motels". There's all kinds of interesting urchins lurking about. And all the hookers wave to me everyday. I love the city!