Well, it's a Saturday that means the paths are jammed with Sunday riders and people walking four-across.  

Seriously these people don't get the meaning of "get the fuck out of my way." It's a crime how they be, I tell you.  

But no collisions today. Whew.  

Wore long pants over my bike shorts. Getting a wee bit chilly out there.  

At the turnaround point (roughly 96th St) I took a picture with my iPhone 4, upgraded to the 4.1 version of the OS, which is capable of taking pictures that theoretically will blow you away, according to Uncle Steve. You can judge for yourself. (Click on the small versions to get to the full-size ones.) 

They look pretty good, but I don't see the difference with these and the old version of the OS. Whatever. 

Anyway, here's the map. 1 hour, 10.12 miles.  

Had to stop to get my tires filled, accounting for the longish clock time. The good people at Bike and Roll at 43rd were very kind (and competent).