One was heading west on 33rd, and the other was heading west through City Park. Both bits were buried in icy, mushy slosh. I was sliding and skidding and wobbling and teetering and tottering.
Didn't fall though.
I had two encounters in City Park. One was an older fella who saw me coming, grinned, and waved. I smiled and said, "Hi!" and he said, in a sing-song voice that was a dead ringer for Goofy, "Hi, Brian!"
The other encounter was a couple walking towards me. The lady said as I passed, with concern in her voice, "Skinny tires!"
The Pete Seeger lookin' fella said, "Brave man!"