Springtime

All of a sudden, it's spring. I was up in Boston last weekend and it seemed like the entire city was outside. With all the colleges in town, there were quite a few of the athletic co-eds out and about. Back here in The City, we're having the same prime weather and jackets and scarves are eschewed in favor of more revealing attire. For the purposes of this blog, that's good. Well, that's good so long as I have the camera with me or get more literary about those rare quality feminine muscle sightings and interactions. Perhaps it may be time to pick up a more compact digital camera that's less prone to expensive breakage when carried around on the bicycle or rollerblades...

Last summer's best unreported stalking sighting came while rollerblading down the west side bike path during a crowded weekend. As I passed a cute gymnast/bodybuilder-type (gymnast build, but surprisingly large, rounder, fuller muscles) who was running, the double-take and stare did almost lead to an epic wipe-out.

Look forward to more inane tales of Riffr gawking and coming close to injuring himself as he bikes around the city this summer.