Over the weekend, I took two rides. On Saturday, I pedaled up to Greenwich, Connecticut. Yesterday, I took a spin out to Point Lookout, on the South Shore of Long Island.
What did those rides have in common, besides pleasure? Well, both were seasonably cool (high temperatures around 14-15C or 58-60 F) and sunny. Oh, and there was plenty of wind. Fortunately for me, I pedaled into it much of the way to Connecticut and on my way down to Rockaway Beach, where the wind blew at my side on my way to Point Lookout. That meant, of course, I had the wind at my back most of the way from Connecticut, and for a long flat stretch from Rockaway Beach to Woodside.
It also meant that I saw very little motorized traffic. I think that in 252 kilometers (157 miles) of riding, I probably saw fewer cars and trucks than I see in my 8 kilometer (5 mile) commute on weekday mornings.
That might be why the expanse of water, as happy as I was to see it, wasn't as much of a contrast with the road behind me as it usually is.
What did those rides have in common, besides pleasure? Well, both were seasonably cool (high temperatures around 14-15C or 58-60 F) and sunny. Oh, and there was plenty of wind. Fortunately for me, I pedaled into it much of the way to Connecticut and on my way down to Rockaway Beach, where the wind blew at my side on my way to Point Lookout. That meant, of course, I had the wind at my back most of the way from Connecticut, and for a long flat stretch from Rockaway Beach to Woodside.
It also meant that I saw very little motorized traffic. I think that in 252 kilometers (157 miles) of riding, I probably saw fewer cars and trucks than I see in my 8 kilometer (5 mile) commute on weekday mornings.
That might be why the expanse of water, as happy as I was to see it, wasn't as much of a contrast with the road behind me as it usually is.
