Yesterday I took a late ride out to Point Lookout.
It was a CBC day: clear, breezy and cool--with the emphasis on all three. The sky was as bright as the day was brisk. When I crossed the Veterans' Memorial Bridge from Broad Channel to the Rockaways, the temperature, already chilly for the time of year, seemed to drop by about ten degrees.
The season's first hurricane tacked east just when it was forecast to brush across the mid-Atlantic coast. So we were spared a deluge, but gifted the wind, which blew from exactly the right part of southeast so that I pedaled into it all the way from my apartment to the rocks.
And I was pedaling into the wind, which at times gusted to 60 KPH (37-38 MPH), blew from exactly the right part of the southeast so that I was pedaling into it all the way from my apartment to the rocks.
In a way though, it was a "perfect storm": The ride home was a breeze (pun intended). But along the way, in both directions, the tides washed over the sand in the Rockaways and the rocks at Point Lookout.
The shower was invigorating, but I might've liked it more had the day just been a bit warmer.
Still, it was a perfect storm for a ride.
It was a CBC day: clear, breezy and cool--with the emphasis on all three. The sky was as bright as the day was brisk. When I crossed the Veterans' Memorial Bridge from Broad Channel to the Rockaways, the temperature, already chilly for the time of year, seemed to drop by about ten degrees.
The season's first hurricane tacked east just when it was forecast to brush across the mid-Atlantic coast. So we were spared a deluge, but gifted the wind, which blew from exactly the right part of southeast so that I pedaled into it all the way from my apartment to the rocks.
And I was pedaling into the wind, which at times gusted to 60 KPH (37-38 MPH), blew from exactly the right part of the southeast so that I was pedaling into it all the way from my apartment to the rocks.
In a way though, it was a "perfect storm": The ride home was a breeze (pun intended). But along the way, in both directions, the tides washed over the sand in the Rockaways and the rocks at Point Lookout.
The shower was invigorating, but I might've liked it more had the day just been a bit warmer.
Still, it was a perfect storm for a ride.
