You Ought To Be Able To
I put it at 18”; my wife said it was wider. Let’s split the difference and call it 20”. The bottom line is that a NYC bus seat is pretty wide.
Much as I try to ride my bike everywhere, it doesn’t always happen. I’m lazy (very lazy, so lazy, I mentioned it to my wife on our first date so she would know what she might getting herself into – in fact, I mentioned three things “just in case this ends up going somewhere” – namely, I’m the laziest person in the world, I ride my bike a lot and I mean a lot, and I really love watching TV. At least now she can’t say she wasn’t forewarned,) and many times it’s impractical with a family. The latter prevailed today, and I found myself on the 23rd Street cross-town bus with wife and son in tow. A woman plopped down next to me (literally, plopped). Next thing I know, I’ve got a meaty arm and even meatier thigh, encroaching on my seat and pushing me up against my wife. Worse yet, the woman was one of those closet fatties. You know, one of those people you don’t even notice is fat because they just blend with the rest. It takes a really, really obese person to stick out nowadays, such is the state of the American populace.
And the answer is not to accommodate as they are doing in Brazil by putting in special seating for the obsese.
A large part of the reason I ride is to stay in shape. That said, before I started riding, I lost 40 pounds in four months. It wasn’t that hard. I just changed my eating habits. No exercise. No diet. Just a little common sense and some will power. To borrow from Floyd Landis (I think it was him in Lance Armstrong’s War), “I don’t understand the big deal. If I want to lose weight, I don’t eat for a couple of days.” I’m as big a comfort eater as the next person, but I also know when to stop – which coincidentally for me is Sunday when I start focusing on getting ready for next season.
So to the woman who sat next to me on the bus today: I don’t get it. Is it really that hard to shut your mouth at the dinner table? And no, having a diet coke with the super-sized Big Mac and super-sized fries is not watching what you eat. Go ahead and have the real coke, it really can’t hurt that much more. Start riding a bike or running or whatever, but your largesse is your problem and it shouldn’t be my problem. You ought to be able to fit into a bus seat. It’s pretty wide.
If that sounds mean of me (and it probably is), so be it.
Merckx in Central Park
Eddy Merckx will be riding in Central Park on Nov. 14th with 70 people, each of whom will be paying $100 for the privilege (thanks to ratherberiding who’s blog Cyclosity is where I first read about it.) It’s a fundraiser organized by the Belgian American Chamber of Commerce who will also be honoring Merckx with a lifetime achievement award. The proceeds go to Children’s Lightning Wheels. I get the idea of using a celebrity ride-a-long as a fundraiser and it seems like a worthwhile cause (although, it’s amazing how many causes there are these days and how many “a-thons” there are to go with them. Last Sunday there were three walk-a-thons in Manhattan.) What I don’t get is how on earth they expect to keep away the throng of people that will show up? Not that anyone who didn’t pay would do that. This is New York after all, the archetype of social etiquette. They going to tell someone not to ride in the park?
Happy marathoning this weekend. Looking forward to having the park back.
That’s today’s view from the back.
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