Whatever Earl turns into as it brushes by the east coast, it's starting to be here in NYC. A few drizzles. A bit of wind. And a general semi-stormy atmosphere. Then the power went out in my apartment, unrelated to the weather (construction in the building) so that was my cue to get the fuck out of the house and onto the best bike in the world and go for my daily ride.
As I headed north the intermittent drops turned into a steady rain, so I turned around at the Intrepid, but by the time I got back to the Village the rain had stopped, so I headed to the Battery where I stopped for a rest and checked in at Facebook.
Got a cool video of a water taxi!
Update: Ghost bikes are "small and somber memorials for bicyclists who are killed or hit on the street."
The map. 53 minutes. 9.4 miles.