When I'm riding north and feeling great and thinking maybe I'll just make a dash to the George Washington Bridge, that can only mean one thing. 

Tail wind!  

And it gets me every damned time.  

I was sailing along, mile after mile, feeling no pain and soaring and weaving and rolling along. 

Once I stopped I could feel it was more than a light breeze. More like a stiff wind. 

Needless to say I got some gooood exercise on the ride south!  

Feeling great at the end of the ride. Drinking cold water and thinking about what I want for dinner.  

Here's the map courtesy of Cyclemeter.