After a rainstorm, I rode under the FDR, trying to get to the Manhattan Bridge to go back to Brooklyn. I turned up Pike Street, hoping to both avoid the rain which had collected next to the curb in the North bound lane and to get shelter from the bridge. There wasn't anyone on the sidewalk but there was a Police car waiting to ticket cyclists, the officers saying that a couple people had been hit there and that Bloomberg had nothing better for them to do.