Would you believe me if I told you that at 9th Street this weekend, the drawbridge over the Gowanus was raised? What if I told you that there were barriers? And that I ran by them, dodging the yellow cones, vaulting smoothly the four feet to the drawbridge, and then leaping the four feet down on the other side? No? No, you wouldn't believe me? You're probably right not to -- you've probably met me, seen my too-big converse at the end of my legs, my collection of black-and-blue marks.
Nonetheless. The words "Just do it and don't ask any questions" were said to me, and I did, in fact, climb over the drawbridge. It's just that it was somewhat awkward and slow-motion. At one point, I was half suspended over the drawbridge, but it was not at all Spider-man like.