I left the apartment a tad late today after checking the forecast and seeing northerly winds, thinking to myself that this was finally the day I'd get a tailwind going in to work. I'm out of the saddle, climbing the one hill I have to climb on surface streets before I get to the MUP, and an asshat cager gets right on my wheel and honks, startling me and knocking me over. They drive off while I'm yelling, but luckily since I was going slow up the hill nothing worse than a tiny scrape on my knee, some torn handlebar tape, a bend in my handlebar bag's steel rod which was bent back after some effort, and a quick re-truing of the rear wheel.

I'm now 15 minutes late but thinking, "no matter, this 25mph tailwind is sure to blast me all the way there." Nope. West/southwesterly winds coming off the Hudson again. FFFFUUUUUUUUUU.

But all's well. Crisp air, blue skies, and I was still beating the cagers on the West Side Highway sitting in traffic. Worked off the adrenaline that had built up from the spill, and now the endorphins are making me feel good again.