Getting back on the saddle

This was an even more beautiful day, the peak before it goes back downhill. I had an uptown meeting so I decided to break out my steed. One of the few times I've gotten on the saddle since being hit by a cabbie. While the frantic yellow monsters are definitely a tad scary, the main worry is sun drunk pedestrians. Population seems to double here in metropolis when the weather is nice and everyone is gawking at everything, but what they should be. Its when you get into the clear that the ride becomes nice. Watching the city pass by with unencumbered smells, sounds, and air engulfing your senses. I don't know how dogs do it. Seems a bit much.