I was trying to get out of a brain-funk today and thought a nice bike ride would do the job. Well, as soon as I got across the Brooklyn Bridge, en route to the East Village to drop off some camera film, my front tire tube burst….pshhshhheewwww! I considered it all too representative of the funk that my mind’s been in lately, but the rest of my being would have it. I’m not usually one to wallow. So, after some wandering in Tribeca, I found a bike shop and got the tube replaced very quickly. Then all the fun began…riding in crazy Manhattan traffic in the sun. I love it!
I got the film dropped off and headed back downtown towards the Brooklyn Bridge again. Until I came across the signs pointing me block-by-block exactly how to get to the bike path for the Manhattan Bridge…a bridge that I have not yet conquered in bike. So I rocked it and I loved it. It’s funny riding next to the subway trains! And there’s nothing like the second half of a bridge…where it’s all downhill. I am now invigorated and consider today the first day of my summer…and the rest of my life, goddammit!
Anyway, as I was riding the bridge, for some reason I started wondering what the phrase “Here’s mud in your eye” means and its origins. Why would one want mud wished upon (or up-in) their eyes?! Talk amongst yourselves…and please let me know if you find out what gives…or even if you just have a half-baked theory about it.
Have a rockin’ weekend, ya’ll! I will
