The freezing headwind all the way up the Hudson River Greenway was so bad that when I finally turned inland, it actually helped push me up the hill on 181st.

My toes are icy.

My face is windburned.

My Vega headlight is approaching forced retirement age. Couldn't see snot where the morons who designed the bike path lined it up so the cars on the Henry Hudson Parkway shine their headlights directly into your eyeballs.

Good ride. I want a rain jacket that says, on the back, STILL BEATS THE SUBWAY.