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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.
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.