Rain, and a cool 60 degrees for the ride home.

In Manhattan, little to no wind to speak of.

The moment I turned on to the 59th street bridge, wind tunnel.

I would guess a steady 15-20mph, with gusts in excess of 30mph, mostly headwind.

Traffic was especially crappy. As soon as I set out I had resigned myself to a very slow, and careful ride home.

At one point I squeezed my back brake and it did absolutely nothing. Thankfully I had room to maneuver, and kept pumping my brakes until they started to grab.

Coming up the shared lane on 1st Ave towards the bridge and a van driver actually pulled in his mirror to give me more room. So I thanked him as cheerily as possible.

My favorite thing about riding in these conditions is the lack of other cyclists.

I probably saw less than 15 other bikes on my way home, which is highly unusual.

A nice taste of things to come when the dropping temps weed out the non-hackers.