If you've been reading this blog for a while, you may recall that I've written about "playing chicken with the rain." As often as not, I manage to keep the rain at bay. ;-)
I did the same thing again today. As I pedaled down 11th Street in Long Island City, I was greeted with this fairly ominous-looking vista:
Most days, the weather across the river in Manhattan ends up in my neighborhood withing a few minutes. That's because Manhattan lies to the west, the direction from which most of our weather (one notable exception being hurricanes/tropical storms) comes. When I can't see the spire on Liberty Tower (where the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center once stood), I know it ain't gonna be pretty.
The weather forecasters predicted "spotty showers" for the afternoon before a full-on storm would plow in for the evening. What else can showers be but "spotty", especially on your clothes?
That is exactly how my ride ended: with the showers making spots on my tank top and shorts just as I reached my front door. In the meantime, I managed to make it to Point Lookout and back--105 km, at least. I say "at least" because I took what I believe to be a slightly longer route--through Brooklyn--home.
I did the same thing again today. As I pedaled down 11th Street in Long Island City, I was greeted with this fairly ominous-looking vista:
Most days, the weather across the river in Manhattan ends up in my neighborhood withing a few minutes. That's because Manhattan lies to the west, the direction from which most of our weather (one notable exception being hurricanes/tropical storms) comes. When I can't see the spire on Liberty Tower (where the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center once stood), I know it ain't gonna be pretty.
The weather forecasters predicted "spotty showers" for the afternoon before a full-on storm would plow in for the evening. What else can showers be but "spotty", especially on your clothes?
That is exactly how my ride ended: with the showers making spots on my tank top and shorts just as I reached my front door. In the meantime, I managed to make it to Point Lookout and back--105 km, at least. I say "at least" because I took what I believe to be a slightly longer route--through Brooklyn--home.
You must be very fit! Your regular rides would leave me totally knackered!
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