This day was the day of the bicycle tour across all 5 boroughs of the city. Needless to say it confuses things quite a bit. All of 6th Avenue gets closed for 4 hours and nobody can cross it, making it a Berlin Wall of bicycles separating east Manhattan from west. Then traffic tie-ups occur throughout the city until 4 or 5 pm.
The positive though is on a silent morning between 6 and 7 the day of the event, I get to drive side by side with the herds of bicyclists and some sort of natural feeling of power takes over as if I were riding with the wild buffalo. I do have a picture, but its blurry and doesn't do the feeling justice. The first time this occurred it was about 9 years ago, before I drove a taxi. I just wanted to go on a drive to clear my head. It was the first time I came across the station that plays Indian (the country) meditation music, which I turned up, rolled the windows down, and the cold morning breeze blew through the car, the smell of all New York's rivers came to Broadway as I was surrounded by bicyclists at a solid 8 miles an hour.
Kingsbridge Heights, The Bronx
I probably shouldn't tell you this, but on in entrance ramp to the Henry Hudson Parkway going back empty, I came around it too fast and by the time I realized, the taxi had already just about lost enough traction on the slick road. I proceeded through the last third of the ramp sideways before quickly regaining traction and bringing the car's nose and tail back in line. Wow, what a rush. No I don't have pictures, sheesh.