Due to weather changes in the area, I've been reunited with my bicycle...and my bicycle with the shady pavement belonging to New York City. Let's review:

Tuesday
Lovely. I get out of work early, don my spandex, and head out for a jaunt around the battery, up the west-side Greenway, through Columbia and Central Park and back to my apartment in Midtown. On the corner of State and Whitehall, a taxi decided he didn't want to run the red and aggressively leaned on his brakes. Me, being the ever so watchful cyclist, followed suit without problem. Patiently behind him, mounted at a stand-still waiting to launch at the next break in traffic (yes, I can indefinitely stay clipped-in without moving) a black Lincoln Town Car nudged my rear wheel. I tried to hop out of it, but my tire clips his license plate holder (I think), my clipless shoes hold true, and I find myself examining the Town Car's undercarriage. The driver threw his car in park as I righted myself and my Cannondale. Standing between his A-pillar and door, he nervously asked, "you ok?" I dry-spun my wheels, noted that they're still straight and true, and replied,
"You're lucky you didn't break anything and that the weather's too nice for me to care to take down your license plate. Cheers."
I headed off for another 20 miles with a story and a cherry on my right thigh.

Wednesday
I decided to try yesterday's route in reverse-- downtown on the West Side and uptown on the East. Passing by the exact intersection where I graced the pavement no less than 24 hours prior, my front tire immediately disapproved of my being there and went completely flat. I angrily walked to the Bowling Green subway station, bike in hand, and navigated through the beginning of the suits' rush hour traffic.

Sometimes CNY > NYC.