It was definitely a cloudy gray day. Rain was in the forecast but it was all about timing. I woke up that day feeling off. My situation at this time is not my best and knowing what I know about life, it’s definitely not my worst. Although some days would make me feel that way. A lot that way. Anyway I needed this to day to be productive!!
No ifs ands buts!!
No work, low funds, and time.
Precious, non refundable time!!
Laying down a little longer in bed, I began brainstorming. Why not build off of last night’s energy and continue the PITC campaign. With my recent acquiring of my Blue Legacy Beach Cruiser and a shit load of logos, I start checking off to confirm the practicality of said adventure. Non stop heavy rain beginning at three. Gives me a solid three hours if I get my ass out of bed right now. Jumping right in the shower so I can cut my logos out and be going. All this completed in forty minutes I head to the garage (basement) to retrieve my vehicle.
Destination: Soho, well around that area, definitely by the water…
The various cafes in the area I could apply to while exposing my brand to a whole new demographic. As usual though when down here I get lost, in my own city!!
If you ever been this far down here you know whether car, bus, train, and bike, shit is confusing. Here and Queens rank highest in its fuckery. The same block that takes you to Sixth Avenue can spin you back around as if you never went anywhere. I have biked down here many times and ashamed to say got lost each and every time. My goal once down here became that enormous park on the Hudson. I learned once and for all it is called Hudson River Park by all the damn signs (Duh!)
Fucking beautiful in terms of forgetting you are in such a busy city. Bike lanes, massive open space and the water. Brownish, greenish, nasty color looking but with the same appeal. The same vibe. Being a water sign I truly believe after many experiences, this is my home. Relaxation.
Better than that…
An empty mind…
Positive emptiness though. The ability to have thoughts, visions, and most importantly self reflection without the horns blazing. The smell of gas or inconsiderate, dick head yellow cab drivers. Parks, parks, and more parks as you ride further down. Taking my time, it’s drizzling now. Go figure the weather app lied. After a couple repeated turns the area starts to look familiar…
West 10th, West 4th.
The apartment buildings by here radiate currency. Passing the bike path because of my obsession for water, I slowly cruise by the runners. Yeah yeah, dismount, shuuutt up!!
Fields to work out on. Piers that you can sit, read, bike on. Each pier bringing you closer to our Beautiful Lady- Statue of Liberty. This time around I ride further down than I ever did. I even discover on piers closer to the beautiful lady, they got those binocular stations. The horizon is inspiring…
Parks, parks, and more parks…
Tennis courts,
Dog parks,
Basketball courts,
Miniature Golf,
Volleyball (On Sand!!),
The HornBlower Cruise Line,
Restaurants (On Water!!),
And parks!!
PARRRRRKKKKSSS!!!
Said before, dismount bike means at a snail pace. That water breeze can never be duplicated. I took some of my best promo pictures here as you can see. Logo on piers, street poles, I started to feel alive. So much so, that drizzle which is steady now, hasn’t dampened my spirits. I had work to do. Further I bike down. Watching those people jet skiing by the Beautiful Lady ignited me…
I WILL DO THAT!!
Watching those people going on that HornBlower kept me entertained for a while. Never fails for us to show up late huh.
Rainy and muggy, I’m here to soak it all in. Physically and mentally. I find myself by this restaurant on the water called the Grand Banks. Fresh seafood while eating it properly where it was caught. The smells brought me back to St. Maarten. Waves crashing against the boat, damn I miss that…
I WILL EAT THERE!!
The smiles and laughter gave me life. Life, with its weird, cruel, and truthfully speaking entertaining ways makes your soul flare. Visualizing your goals, making them real. In true fashion I bombed there as well, right in its name. This would have to do until my reservations are made. 2:15pm and the weather app has failed me completely. Steady drizzle increasing with every stop. Feeling accomplished, I decide to head back. Stopping by a few cafes and the bank, I bomb some more. One day I will have a sign saying exactly that- This Way To PITC.
On the way back Uptown, I hit a few more parks as you will see…
MAKE IT COUNT!!
Riding back on Sixth Avenue on a Sunday, street fairs are swinging. It had to be a good six blocks blocked off for the street vendors.
Fried ice cream,
Spanish dishes,
Jamaican dishes,
Haji dishes,
Fruit smoothies,
Fried Oreos,
To name a few.
It had it all!! Now here I will dismount, a fool not to. Twenty dollars for a lobster roll…
I WILL EAT SO MANY OF THOSE!!
As if God knew (he/she does) that heavy rain began about twenty blocks from home, fuck it. Pedal hard and fast. Even with my handle bars loose after so many miles.
What makes this day valid, one to mark down, is the impact it had. The discovery of my anchor (Rock Wassup!!) made the day productive in a most special way. Wake up shitty- that all it is, one small fraction on the day. If I stayed in that funk, I would have never been able to share this, the pictures. Understanding the true definition of putting in work, work that will work for itself one day (residual) made me fill with pride.
SUCCESS!!
The Beautiful Lady has always baffled me. Especially when I first saw Ghostbusters, they were walking in the damn thing.
AWESOME!!
The joy when I saw it so close.
Fucking WOW!!
I WILL GO THERE!!
Closing up the garage, I’m more than proud. I never ride in the rain. If this weather app even said rain prior to this day I wouldn’t even chance it. However I been comfortable for way too long. Too safe!! I’m starting to wake up to a whole another way of living. You feel it!!
Act on it!!
Time is irreplaceable!!
Don’t wait until
you cannot see,
feel,
touch to act!!
It’s called the present for a reason, right?!
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