Friday nights and driving in Manhattan

Oh Friday, oh Friday...  Friday nights used to be all about non-stop debauchery.  Letting loose the inner beast of the night and drinking until the dawn.  Gut busting meatlovers Pizza binges on the corner store after gallons of brew being pounded down the hatch.  Oh Friday nights.  But those days are long gone.  It's so funny how you become so accostomed to a certain lifestyle and you can't even fathom the thought of going back to your former routines.  Ahh the human mind.  Well, my week was great.  I got in all the workouts I needed to excel at the pace I have chosen for myself.  This training week ends tomorrow and I look forward to my sunday recover day. Something I like to do:  I love driving at night in Manhattan.  During the day, the streets are usually polluted with angry drivers and aggressive cut-offists.  Oh, and NYC Cab drivers.  Only at night do you get to really Hit the streets of the city.  The stop and go is inexistent on some Avenues later in the night.  And sometimes you can zoom by 20 Lights, all green and Jam to your favorite tunes feeling good.  I experienced this to the realest degree just today.  I drove in the morning to teach (it got cancelled halfway there) and in that time, I got cut off twice, some one gave me the finger, and it took me 20 minutes to get from 110th street to 96th where I was planning to shoot cross town.  But after Judo in the evening, it was a totally different story.  I turned up the radio and blew through the open streets; 110th street from the East to the West side.  My aching body was soothed with every green light I ran.  Word of advice from a New Yorker:  Best time to take a ride in Manhattan.  Mon-Thurs, between the hours of 10pm and 4am.  True story.