I had a nice commute into work, all things considered. I forgot about a doctor's appointment so I had to rush out. First I had to find my bike lock, which I rarely use. Pedaled to the doctor's office and locked the bike on the street. Nothing happened to the bike, yay! I took the "inland" route to work which I rarely take. I went through Central Park and eventually, I was along the Harlem River. I felt strong and made good time, and I suspect the Harlem River doesn't always get the high winds that the Hudson River has.

I wore my new bib tights for the first time, a wool jersey, and my summer gloves. That combo was just about perfect: a little cold on the top and a little hot on the bottom.

Riding through Harlem, an old man shouted out something that sounded like, "Mow that bike down!" I have no idea what that means.