A Ride The Day After The Day After

 The other morning I took a ride to Fort Totten before work. Those 45 miles (72.5 kilometers) of pedaling—into the wind for most of the way out—were just what I needed to help me with my post-election trauma. It might be a reason why the class I taught was easier than the two I taught the day before, the day after the election.

I am happy to report that some things haven’t changed

yet.  I hope that someone doesn’t discover petrol under Long Island Sound or anywhere in this area.  I don’t want to see El Cheeto Grande’s campaign donors “drill, baby, drill.”

The Best Of?

 As I wrote this, at 3:33 p.m. (15:33), bright sunshine fills the skies and streets around the Botanical Garden, where the temperature has risen to 75F (24C).

It’s hard to believe that when I rode early this morning, I saw this:

and this:

and the temperature was 52F (11C).

Still, I enjoyed my ride on Tosca, my Mercian fixed gear, down the Hudson River Greenway into lower Manhattan. I wore shorts and a flannel hoodie over a stretchy black short-sleeved top: enough to keep me warm yet still feel the bracing mist. 

You might say I had the best of both worlds. I would agree. Still, I’ll try to get in another, if shorter, ride after work. If I do, would that mean that I’ve ridden from the best of both worlds to the best of all worlds—or, at least all that are available at this time of year?