Trouble

The word says it all.  Trouble came at me in the form of a train conductor today.  Not a common medium to be sure, but still quite effective.  I was standing on the train, peacefully minding my own business when this burly fellow sporting a dark beard and a not-so-dark Che Guevara hat forcefully made known both his presence and his displeasure with my having brought a bike onto the train.  I could see the steam coming from this mans ears and if my ears were better I'm sure I would have heard a whistle.  I was taken aback, to put it lightly.  He let me know in no uncertain terms that I was to disembark at the next station.  This being my destination, unhappy man or not, I willingly complied.

Once I arrived at 125th St. my next objective was to ride the bike to work. Easier said than done.  What should have taken 20 minutes ended up taking 45.  I got lost thrice due to various roads and parks ending abruptly and got a much better workout than I had planned because I did not study my topography maps beforehand. As it turns out, upper Manhattan is a wilderness, and they still have hills there.  Once I finally got to work, I was in dire need of a shower.  This too, proved troublesome.  The building I had counted on being open was not open, and I had to ask several people where I might find a locker room.  This was met with quizzical glances at best and repulsed stares at worst.  At long last a shower was found and all ended well.  Needless to say, this adventure was not worth the $5 it saved me on the subway.

That about wraps it up for tonight. Goodnight and enjoy,
Ian