This past Monday, my office closed along with much of the city while Hurricane Sandy struck Boston. Sitting at home, eyes glued to the Weather Channel, I felt like something was missing from my day; as my apartment windows rattled with the misty wind, I was feeling restless, legs shaking with bore and anxiety. The remedy to this came in the form of a text message from a friend who was on his way home from work, which had let out early to let folks catch the T before its 2pm closure: “Bike ride to Castle Island? I’m going soon”
[youtube width=”600″ height=”500″]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlVuABMofDI[/youtube]
And though I didn’t bring my drums, I did imagine what drum-biking in the hurricane would be like:
