Week3, Jan 29 Sat
Tonight I took a late night bike ride alone the Tamiami Trail 41 to the Hyatt Regency Sarasota. I had a friend visiting here for the weekend, and as he is leaving on Sunday I decided on the last second to visit him one last time before he leave. It was around ten and the street was really empty, and this is the first time I am going to ride that far on my bike. I always heard terrible things happening to people around the bridge area, and once a taxi driver told me he was a cop before and that bridge is one of the most dangerous areas around here. I am talking about the bridge between Sylvan Dr and Panama Dr road across the Whitaker Bayou. I never know the name of that bridge, and I don’t actually care to find out.
When I was just about to cross the bridge I saw two homeless looking people laughing and jumping on the side walk of the bridge. There is no way I can pass the bridge without actually go through them and I don’t think that will be a good idea…so I stop. While I was thinking rather should I keep going or try to find another way they wave at me and say something like “Yo…yo bro got a cigarette…” or something like that, I didn’t spend the time to find out so I just turned and ride back home. So in the end I didn’t actually ride all the way to the hotel but instead I took a taxi here, and realize riding a bike all the way there will be a stupid idea…as it’s actually a really long ride and I had never notice that before. In the end I think the lesson is don’t ride a bike alone at night.

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