It's usually at this point where we say, "Screw the race" It does continue onto the boring BQE for an hour before you reach the super Atlantic windy Verrazanno Narrows Bridge to Staten Island. then waiting hours for a ferry back to the island. Too long and boring. We prefer to ride back into Manhattan over the Brooklyn Bridge. But it's really great fun, calling out, "On your left" "on your right" as you zoom past bikers. You wear color vest and you have to wear a bike helmets. You really have to because a lot of people die from bike spill head traumas. I had a spill and there's still a row of sprocket puncture marks up my right calf.
I love this bike ride. I look forward to it every year. I've done it every year...Except this year.
It was threatening rain and I got to sleep late that morning at 4am. I felt bad that I was actually hoping that we skip the race. My phone woke me up at 8. Turns out it was my niece wanting to hang out. I'm still sleeping! I'll call you when I wake up, at 1. In the end I was glad we skipped the race. I rode my Bike to Hoboken and hung out with my niece along the river front park. Played tagged. Whew. got winded. Tag is serious play. And I saw Simone all the way across the Hudson River at the Chelsea Piers . I have Eyes like eagle.
{ With my niece Kaitlyn }