When Bikers Go By

Picture it. 9pm outside of a Cuban restaurant in Chelsea. I was on the street (okay almost in the middle of the street) getting ready to hail a taxi. I thrust one strong, open-fisted hand in the cool, autumn air - confident now in my cab-stopping abilities. But before a cab could come, a guy on a bicycle comes barreling down in the opposite direction, facing me. Before I knew it, he smiled...and hi-fived me as he went by! I laughed into the night, loving the strangeness of the city.