It was cold ,at least compared to the weather we've had. It was windy.
So what did I do today? I went for a bike ride.
That is not, in itself, so unusual (at least for me). For one thing, the cold and wind were balanced out by the bright sunshine.
So, perhaps, you can understand why I rode along the bay and the ocean: to Howard and Rockaway Beaches, then to Breezy Point (which certainly lived up to its name!) and Coney Island, from which I pedaled along the Verrrazano Narrows and under the bridge named for it.
The funny thing about the beach areas, at least around here, is that they are usually a couple of degrees warmer than the areas only a couple of miles inland. The wind, however, makes it feel colder, which is why I had long stretches of shore, beach and boardwalk almost entirely to myself.
Even on Coney Island, where I often find couples, young and old, strolling in the shadow of the Parachute Jump and and men fishing from the pier, I felt as if the boardwalk was my own personal track.
Speaking of which: I rode Tosca. Yes, my Mercian fixed-gear. Pedaling into the wind on a fixie is good training, to say the least. But riding with it--especially on such a flat ride--feels almost like cheating!
So what did I do today? I went for a bike ride.
That is not, in itself, so unusual (at least for me). For one thing, the cold and wind were balanced out by the bright sunshine.
So, perhaps, you can understand why I rode along the bay and the ocean: to Howard and Rockaway Beaches, then to Breezy Point (which certainly lived up to its name!) and Coney Island, from which I pedaled along the Verrrazano Narrows and under the bridge named for it.
The funny thing about the beach areas, at least around here, is that they are usually a couple of degrees warmer than the areas only a couple of miles inland. The wind, however, makes it feel colder, which is why I had long stretches of shore, beach and boardwalk almost entirely to myself.
Even on Coney Island, where I often find couples, young and old, strolling in the shadow of the Parachute Jump and and men fishing from the pier, I felt as if the boardwalk was my own personal track.
Speaking of which: I rode Tosca. Yes, my Mercian fixed-gear. Pedaling into the wind on a fixie is good training, to say the least. But riding with it--especially on such a flat ride--feels almost like cheating!
It's so nice to see others out enjoying the sunshine in winter. There's also the advantage of having the trails and roads all to yourself - winter's best kept secret!
ReplyDeleteAnnie--Yes, it's our little secret. I won't tell! ;-)
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