paused to admire some mops (and you thought I had rehabilitated...),
wove and dodged through the lunch traffic,
picked my way through a myriad of bikers,
walked through some sort of activist rally,
learned some sign language,
indulged in music appreciation,
slapped down 10 yuan ($1.66) and became a card-toting member of the Cycling Association of Peking University,
and nearly took out this clown on my bicycle.