Last night I went to bed entirely too late because I stayed up watching a good movie; Eastern Promises. So, I was pretty tired when I woke this morning. Tired and cold. I like to let the air conditioning crank all night and when I awoke, I was spooning Doris for all she was worth (She's a veritable hot water bottle). Nevertheless, I rose, showered, stuffed my clothes in my old messenger bag and walked my bike out the door at 6:00am. I threw a leg over my road bike and headed north towards Fort Tryon Park.
Being sneaky I poached the paths through the woods in Fort Tryon Park. I felt a bit guilty rolling over the stenciled "No bikes on pathway" warnings, but those feelings left once I had switched into cyclocross mode and was blasting through the woods. Too bad the paths are so short; I could have used more than the 30 second stoke I got out of that frowned-upon maneuver.
Popping out onto Broadway, I turned north and churned the cranks up through Inwood, across the Broadway Bridge, and into the Bronx. I really love riding under the 1 Train as it rumbles so loudly on the elevated tracks overhead. I rode under the train until it reached the end of its line at 242nd street where I shot out from under it and kept spinning up past Van Courtlandt Park.
The only real hill in my 7.5 mile commute greeted me just out side of Yonkers. I got out of the saddle and rocked the bars side to side to help reel in the climb. After a few minutes I plateaued in lovely (not really) Yonkers. Passing a White Castle, numerous bodegas, gas stations, auto shops and Latin restaurants, I coasted down to the Hudson River and stopped. Looking north and south through the morning fog, I could barely make out the Tapanzee and George Washington Bridges. It was 6:35am. I was early and had plenty of time to change into work clothes and grab some java.
I have to say, I'm glad it didn't rain on me. Although its really coming down right now. I forgot to bring my fender, so It looks like I may be getting the dreaded "wet ass" on the way home tonight...