2015 Coffeeneuring Rides 2-7: Lots of Coffee

Well, it's finally happened:  I've jumped into the modern age and downloaded Twitter.  As a result, I posted the rest of my coffee rides on Twitter.  In an effort to make it easier for the founder of Coffeeneuring to look at and judge my rides, I have posted links to the twitter posts below.  (This way she only has to come HERE to read about how lazy I was this year.

Compared to last year in the city, I really slacked off on the rides this year.  Not nearly as many pictures, not nearly as many interesting stories.  Lots of weekends where the coffee shop I wanted didn't exist anymore, or the bike lanes that are there on the map don't exist at all.  No one tried to kill me with a car, this year, so that's nice.

Anyhow, thanks to Mary at ChasingMailboxes (see link to the right) for the Coffeeneuring Challenge.

Without further nonsense, here are the rides, with ever so brief comments.  Go get your Twitter on and follow me @wardropjr

Ride2: Boxcar Coffee
https://twitter.com/WardropJr/status/652952353830666240

Just so we are clear, this ride involved me riding on a road called "Brighton Boulevard" to get to the coffee shop.  Denver has a pretty good bike infrastructure, and then it just disappears and dumps you onto a road with a 40mph speed limit and terrible shoulders.  It's a shame, too, because the place this coffee shop is located in is called "The Source."  It's got a butcher, a brewery (maybe 2), fancy dining, and coffee.  Great place, but terrible to ride to.  Though, other bike riders were there, so maybe I am just getting old.

Ride3: Denver Biscuit Company
https://twitter.com/WardropJr/status/653254467316355072

Is it cheating to just get coffee while you are out to brunch watching the Broncos with a morning beer beverage in the other hand?  Probably.  Is it really?  No, I followed all the rules.

It was standard coffee.  It went well with the sausage egg cheese biscuit syrup monstrosity I ate.

This was also my "epic ride" of the series.  I know the twitter post says 16mi, but I rode my bike to ANOTHER brewery on the way home (shoutout to Station 26) and so it was probably more like 22 miles or so.

The only bad part about Denver bike infrastructure?  Making it across I-25, the South Platte River, and the major rail lines in Denver (not to mention all of downtown Denver is at a 45 degree angle) makes it really hard to get from the West side to the East side of downtown.

This seemed like such a long long ride, but compared to my NYC jaunts, it wasn't that bad at all.

Who knew?

Ride4: Habit Donut Dispensary
https://twitter.com/WardropJr/status/655487940022300672

This was the first ride where I was disappointed because the place I wanted to go was closed.  How do I make myself feel better?  Yeah, I find a donut shop, and order a coffee.  This is also the first coffee ride I have ever done on my "grocery getter," a 1981 Peugeot Orient Express that is decked out with fenders and panniers.  She's a tank.

I also scored tickets to a CU Buffs game halfway through coffee, so I rode home in a hurry.

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Note to the readers:  By this time in the year, I had torn my calf muscle playing kickball.  That's right, kickball.  Yup.  Old.  Anyhow, from here on out the rides are short and barely meet the requirements, but my Dr. (read: sister) said that I shouldn't be riding at all if I wanted to be ready for ski season, and I do love ski season.
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Ride5: The Laughing Latte
https://twitter.com/WardropJr/status/660677120427880449

This coffee shop is in a part of town I am probably not cool enough to visit, but they served me anyway.  Great coffee.  Nice little ride.  A little too big a hill for my tastes right at the end.

Ride6: Huckleberry Coffee
https://twitter.com/WardropJr/status/660881130028032001

This coffee shop was great.  Very cozy atmosphere and EXCELLENT tasting coffee.  Also, real close to home so I could really lay off the leg.  I will return.

Ride7: Crema
https://twitter.com/WardropJr/status/663501552078860288

Part 2 in our series of "The shop I want is closed."  Fortunately, there are lots of coffee shops in Denver, especially in RiNo, and so I just pulled a U-turn from bike lane to bike lane and landed at Crema.  This place was busy, very busy.  Great little porch out back for sitting in the sun, but then there were wasps.

And with that, Coffeeneuring 2015 is done.  That's 2 years in a row for me, and I'll wager a bet that I'm one of the only people that have coffeeneured in two different states:  New York and Colorado.

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I now realize I should have taken a picture of the huge bruise on my calf to really perk this post up.
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2015 Coffeeneuring Ride 1: I moved to Colorado. No more Manhattan, no more bridges.

2015 Coffeeneuring Ride 1: I moved to Colorado. No more Manhattan, no more bridges.

Ride 1: October 3 / Hot Chick a Latte / 7.8 miles / Morning Wood "Stiff" (Essentially a White Mocha with an extra shot of Dark Espresso)

All two of my readers have been waiting for this moment for ten months: Coffeeneuring 2015 has begun, and so has my blogging.  It's been a big year.  Since Coffeeneuring 2014 ended and I got my Coffeeneuring patch, I moved from New York City to Colorado.

For those of you from New York, Colorado is the one flyover state that some of you would consider visiting.  It is also currently undergoing some kind of crazy transformation and population explosion right now that is driving up real estate and rent prices very similar to what happened in Brooklyn.

No kidding, it looks like this here.

Skyrocketing rent prices aside, Colorado (Denver, specifically) is a much different place to "compete" in Coffeeneuring.  Riding a bike is always fun, but in New York, it was also a fight for survival. Here...it's just...fun.

Anyhow, I have also roped several friends into doing the challenge with me, but they all had better things to do for the opening of Coffeeneuring season.  Bummer for them.  I hopped on my trusty steed (remember my Cross Check?) and set off to get a cup of coffee that was sure to be interesting.

Surly Cross-Check.  Same configuration as I had it in NYC.
No bridges here to get non-drive side shots, though.

Off to Hot Chick a Latte.

Route Map.  2.5 miles to Hot Chick A Latte.

I have to tell you, I chose this ride by putting "Coffee" into GoogleMaps, and I knew that I wanted to go to the Bike Depot.  There are a shocking lack of coffee-houses East of City Park; most of them seem to be North of downtown or over in the Highlands.  

Like any good bike-blogger, I also did some research before I went.  Here is where the warning happens:  This is a coffee shop that apparently served coffee while the baristas wear bikinis.  

I know that there are going to be some admonishments about my choices, but I was curious.  So, I went.

Denver has a pretty good bike infrastructure, so I was able to ride on a road that either had a dedicated bike lane or was "bike friendly" pretty much the whole time.  There was one major artery to cross, I almost got hit by a speeding car, and then was the target of some adult language.  

The ride only took about ten minutes, and I was there.  There was no missing it, since the coffee shop is painted bright pink.

You can't miss this place.  It's BRIGHT PINK!

The Baristas were not wearing bikinis, but that's ok.  (I'm not going make any more comments about the sartorial choices of this coffee shop, since I could lose one of my readers with one wrong comment.)  The menu is completely loaded with innuendo, even going down to the detail of coffee sizes being listed as B, C, D, or DD.  I decided to have a "Morning Wood" which was kind of like a White Mocha.  I also had it made "Stiff" with an extra shot of espresso.

Coffee with a view...kind of.

It was good, but even with the espresso, was too sugary for my tastes.  I think I'm going to stick to a "Coffee Black" rule for the remainder of Coffeeneuring.  It's also on a busy street, so it wasn't really the type of place where you could really kick back and relax while taking in the beauty of things... unless you find traffic beautiful.

Sugar on board, I raced north to the Bike Depot.  It's a great non-profit shop that has a workshop, classes, and a huge used parts selection.  I grabbed the last parts I needed to convert the trusty Cross-Check to gears.  Singlespeeding in Manhattan was great.  Out here, I'd like a bit more range.

After the bike depot, it's only a 15-20 minute ride home through City Park, again, all on bike routes.

Once I got home, I cracked a beer, and got to work on that Cross Check.  I'm happy to report it now has a 48/36 Biopace compact double with an 8-speed cassette.  Future coffeeneuring rides will be done in style.

Thanks again to Mary for Coffeeneuring 2015!

Coffeeneuring Ride 7: That coffee shop right next to NYC Velo, Gotham West...or is it?

Ride 7: November 8 / Darling Coffee / 17.1 miles / Coffee Black & Chorizo Frittata

It all comes down to this.  The epic 7th ride.  When completed, I can throw my hands in the air, scream at the sky, and declare my domination over NYC because I rode my bike to get coffee seven different times.  No cabs, or terrible weather, or crazy skyscraper wind, or SUVs that don't know how to use mirrors, or salmon in the bike lanes, or marathons, or poor route selections...nothing could stop me.  HAHAHAHA.  Wait...did I just jinx myself?

It was about 11am when I woke up.  I am not what you would call an "early riser."  I also know that the coffeeneuring rules dictate a ride distance of two miles.  I am not ashamed to say that I had saved some pretty low-hanging fruit for my last ride.  There is a bike shop called NYC Velo, and they rock.  They have two locations, one very close to Standings (which my two readers will appreciate), and one that is on my side of town, next to the USS Intrepid (CV-11).  Click here for everything you need to know about the Fighting "I."  I love a good trip to the Intrepid, and the bike shop has a coffee shop right next door.  This is also about 2 miles away from home.  Win-Win.

It was also 42 degrees outside.  Did I mention how I was really excited for a short ride? 

Yeah! Short Ride!

I don't know what happened.  I didn't even get a mile away from home.  I just hopped on the bike, was enjoying the sunny day, the legs felt good, and I needed a longer ride.  So, I did something I've never done before.  I went North.  (That's not exactly true, I've ridden North before, and I've been farther north before.  Lots of my family is from Minnesota. I just don't have a reason to go farther north on Manhattan from my place...ever.)

What I actually did.  Complete with turnaround.
9.0 miles

I was headed to Darling Coffee.  I had heard good things about it.  And it's just about as far north on Manhattan as you can go.  There really isn't a reason to go there unless you live up there.  Also, I had never ridden past the GW Bridge, so I was curious about what the bike path does up there.


More motivated bike riders than myself actually ride over to New Jersey (the left side) and go ride there.
Some of them ride far enough North to ride BACK into NY.  Wrap your brain around that.

It's a car-free path all the way along the river.  There are some spots where the bikes have their own lanes, some where bikes and peds share the path, but it's a very easy ride, and beautiful scenery next to the river.

Crossed under the GW bridge, and there is a very steep hill.  I made it up the first part no problem, but the 2nd part is even steeper, and my bike only has one gear.  52/17 for all the gear nerds out there.  And the 52 is a Biopace chainring.  There was no way I was making it up, so I walked.  Sorry, folks.  I felt even worse when a couple guys in spandex team kits and carbon bikes passed me while walking.  Sure, they were in their granny gear, but it still hurt.

At the top of the steep hill, it keeps going up for a while, and encounters a nice little patio with columns.


Romans love upper Manhattan.
Unfortunately, this picture doesn't do justice to how beautiful the leaves looked on the Palisades.

I kept going and hit a dead end.  Apparently that bridge isn't finished for bike use. But that's ok, it was time to head back onto city streets.


Bike-blocked.

Down a staircase and back onto the streets. 



A very important intersection.
If you don't get it, ask a friend.

A turn here, a turn there, and I was at Darling Coffee.


Outside Darling Coffee

Great shop, bike parking everywhere, right on Broadway.  Not sure if that's a good thing, but lots of foot traffic, so I'm sure it's great for the shop.

Inside is very spacious and open, bright decor, kind of my idea of what would happen if an iPod and a Coffee shop had a business baby.  They also don't allow computers on the weekends during their busy hours, so there was no problem finding seating.  That was pretty awesome.  I didn't really feel like any fancy drink, so I went with a coffee black...and the chorizo frittata.  What can I say? I turned a 4 mile ride into a 17 mile ride. I was hungry.



Just what you need when it's in the 40s outside.

Both delicious.  Really really good.  I then looked at my watch and realized it was 345pm (that's 1545 hours if you were serving on the Fighting "I".)  It also was a bad sign, since it gets dark here at 430pm (1630) these days. 

Back home!  I took the same route home.  I realize I said before how I think that's lame, but the alternate route home this time involved a lot of streets instead of a ride along the river, so I opted for the scenic route, redundant as it was.

The ride home.  8.1 miles.

Going down that steep hill was AWESOME!  The headwind riding back downriver was not.

I rode pretty fast going home trying to beat the dark.  Close to home, the city just added new bike lane markings on the 79th st roundabout; they make getting on the Hudson River Greenway downright easy compared to riding through Riverside Park.  I really do like that addition.

Home again, home again, jiggity jig.  Later that night I would go on to watch a CU Buffs game and sing karaoke at a BYOB karaoke bar in K-town.  "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen may or may not have been belted at the top of my lungs.

Karaoke in K-town.
My bocce friends are either extremely excited about the song, extremely mad about something I said...
or both.

Ride 7: check.  Thanks to Mary at ChasingMailboxes for the awesome challenge. 

Coffeeneuring Ride 6: Sweetleaf Coffee & Espresso Bar

Ride 6: November 2 / Sweetleaf Coffee & Espresso Bar / 16.6 miles / Coffee Black x2 & Blueberry Bran Muffin

I had big hopes of getting two rides in this weekend...but Friday was Halloween and Saturday was cold, windy, and rainy.  My two readers will recognize by now that it was not a favorable riding combination.

So, Sunday it is!  Guess what also happened Sunday?  The NYC Marathon.

For those of you who don't know, NYC hosts a marathon every fall that hits all 5 boroughs of New York City.  There is a map below.  It also SHUTS DOWN every road it touches and causes traffic chaos through many parts of the city.  And it isn't one of those "Oh, I can cross if I need to!" kind of Closings.  It's a "Woah, that officer is going to tackle me. Bummer." kind of road closings.  It's a human flood of people stumbling 26 miles.  It really puts my 16 mile bike ride in perspective. 

NYC Marathon Route

So, this was obviously going to be a challenge to figure out where I could go that would not be affected by the marathon.  I was torn, however, since I do have a couple of friends (aquaintances? enemies?) running in the marathon, and I wanted to watch and shake a cowbell at them.  So, one of my bocce friends recommended a coffee shop in Queens that is right along the route:  Sweetleaf Coffee and Espresso Bar.

Sweetleaf is right at the base of the Pulaski Bridge, and you may remember from my previous rides that I have traveled over the Pulaski Bridge a number of times, so I know how to get there.  

Marathon Route, Sweetleaf is the star.  Consider the RED line as Lava - no crossing.

I knew the Marathon runs over the Queensboro Bridge, but I figured that they'd have at least one of the pedestrian paths open for people who wanted to walk back and forth from Manhattan to Queens, so I was planning on taking that over, and then winding my way through West Queens around the marathon route. 

Great plan.  It was in the low 40s, and windy, so I dressed up in much warmer layers than every other weekend.  I hopped on the trusty Surly and started riding to Sweetleaf.  Every other street on Columbus was closed heading towards the park, so I had to weave around trash trucks parked in the bike lane every block.  I headed across to the Queensboro Bridge and started to head across.

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Wrong.  So so wrong.  It was still open to cars, but both pedestrian lanes were taken up by the race.  Bummer.  So, backup plan?  Go to the ferry and ride across.  A ferry?  That's right.  It was either that, or the subway, and bringing a bike on the subway is like asking to get mugged...only you don't get anything stolen, you just get beaten up.  No thanks.

Route to Sweetleaf. Includes Queensboro Bridge denial and Ferry Ride. 5.8 miles.

 So, I rode down to the E 35th St Ferry Landing, and got there just in time to watch the ferry steam away.  (Maybe not steam...it's not a ship...but whatever.)  I checked a schedule and it was another hour before it would return. 

Bummer again.  At this point I realized that I would miss my one friend, to protect her name we'll call her Margarita, running past Sweetleaf.  I could have headed back up to the Upper East Side to watch...but I live on the Upper West Side, and we don't ever go to the Upper East Side.  It's not a turf-war thing, it's just so far away with that park in the middle.

Anyhow, since the sun was out and I really like sitting by the water, I just had a seat in the sun and enjoyed the time.

I just want to be on THAT side of the river.

I could see the mass of people streaming over the Pulaski Bridge from where I was sitting, so that was cool.

Anyhow, the ferry returned, I hopped on, and less than 5 minutes later, I was over in Queens. 

In Queens.  Apparently, it's a tropical paradise.

 Less than 5 min after that I was at Sweetleaf. 

There were spectators, but they weren't 8 deep like they were in Manhattan, and just about everyone had a cowbell.  Awesome.  I arrived just in time to see my other friend, Mimosa (code-name) run on by. 

Athletic supporters.

The shop itself is a really cool space.  Nice wide open windows and really comfortable couches and easy chairs in the front seating area.  I could have sat there and read a book for hours.  I had a coffee black and a blueberry bran muffin.  Both were delicious, so I had another coffee.

I was prepared to cheer on other people chugging coffee.



Now, the dilemma of how to get back to Manhattan.  I didn't want to wait for and ride the ferry again, so I figured I would try to get to the Williamsburg Bridge.  Only problem was the entrance to the bridge is on the opposite side of the marathon route.  Now, there is a subway stop in Brooklyn at Bedford Ave and 7th, and I figured I could ride the L train back into Manhattan if I couldn't cross, or use the station itself to go under the street and come back up on the Bridge Side of things.


I was, again, wrong on both accounts.  Sure, one end of the subway station is at Bedford Ave, but on the wrong side of the marathon route.  So, I'm stuck.  Or am I?  Just then, the end of the Police Escort was driving by and re-opening the road.  Score.



Five min later I'm riding across the Williamsburg Bridge and heading to Standings. 

 

1pm NFL games at Standings, and then uptown to Keats for the Broncos/Pats game.  I don't want to talk about it.



At halftime decided to ride home, now very much in the dark because of the end of Daylight Savings Time.  That's what headlamps and tail-lights are for.


Ride home with stops at Standings and Keats. 10.8 Miles.

To those who ran the NYC Marathon, congrats, you are way tougher than me.

Ride 6: check

Coffeeneuring Ride 5: Blue Bottle Coffee

Ride 5: October 26 / Blue Bottle Coffee / 16.5 miles / Cappuccino & Iced Coffee

Two coffeeneuring rides in one weekend?  I'm getting after it. 

I did tone it back, though.  A 20+ mile ride was a little too ambitious, and I was still shell-shocked from the last Brooklyn ride that resulted in multiple hours without a sandwich. 

I set my sights on Blue Bottle Coffee in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, ate a sandwich BEFORE I left this time, and departed around Noon.  It was partly cloudy in the high 50s, and kind of windy.

7.8 miles to Blue Bottle Coffee

The route to Blue Bottle Coffee is very similar to the route I took to get to Cafe Grumpy.  The only thing worth noting on the ride out was that it was WINDY on the Queensboro Bridge.  The weather was great, the traffic was reasonable (by NYC standards) and it was a very easy ride there.

Blue Bottle Coffee.  All kinds of bikes.

This coffee shop is the coolest coffee shop I've ever been to.  I was not cool enough to be in there.  I am very surprised that they didn't check to see that everyone had an iPhone 6 before they walked in there.  I also did not meet the dress code. You'd figure that with a bike lane out front, I would have known the level of cool before I walked in, but I didn't.

The shop itself looks like it was a converted garage, so the front windows are nice and open so it's great for people-watching.  The menu was simple and I decided on a cappuccino.  Apparently the Coffee Gods are looking out for me, because when I was paying, I was offered an extra iced coffee for free. Winning.

Cappuccino and Iced Coffee a la gratis

The cappuccino and iced coffee were delicious.  I swear that there might have been some chocolate in that iced coffee.  Also, I did get a little warm riding to the shop, so the iced coffee was a welcome refreshment before my ride home. 

 

Also, by ride home, I mean with a quick stop at Standings to watch the 1pm NFL games.   

Blue Bottle to Standings to Home - 8.7 miles 

I rode across town this time over to the Hudson River, because I am NOT falling into the Midtown trap again.  The ride up the river today wasn't nearly as nice as yesterday.  It was cloudy and windy, so much so that I couldn't really keep a good cadence against the headwind.

 

Sorry I didn't include as many bridge pictures today.  (I'm not sorry...i just forgot.)

 

Ride 5: check.

Coffeeneuring Ride 4: Sit & Wonder

Ride 4: October 25 / Sit & Wonder / 22.3 miles / Red Eye (large coffee w/ two shots espresso)

So, I got around to reading some other Coffeeneuring reports.  I am such a wuss.  Seriously.  Go on, read them. I'll wait.

I don't know about all of them, but there are people doing 68 mile bike rides for coffee.  68 MILES!  Did you know that Frisco, CO to my friend's house in Denver, CO is about 68 miles?  Even going downhill the whole way, I cannot fathom that distance on a bike.  That is probably why I am not a very good bike rider. 

Anyhow, I wanted to start making my rides tougher.  I'm a healthy-ish guy in my 30s, I used to play the sports, I ski patrolled for years...so double digit rides each way seem reasonable...right?

Of course they do.  Just shut-up, Dan, and ride...to Brooklyn (again), to Sit & Wonder.

10.9 miles from Home to Sit & Wonder

I am doing this ride on Saturday, because this weekend in NYC is gorgeous.  Temps in the 60F range and sunny.  Bike riding weather in late October rocks.

As per my usual, I was part of the "crack of Noon" club getting started on this ride.  I, of course, did not eat breakfast, because I can always get a quality sandwich once I get to Brooklyn.  They must have a deli there.  (remember this paragraph)

All two of you that regularly read and love my blog will be wondering "when does he go to Midtown and ruin his ride?"  HA!  I'm not as dumb as I look.  Hudson River, baby.  I even stopped along the way and took a picture from one of the piers because it was such a beautiful day.



Beautiful day.

Took the Hudson River path all the way until it was time to work across Manhattan towards the Manhattan Bridge.  I ignored every sign that was placed to help me with directions, and figured I could work it out on my own.  Then I got lost.  I'm not proud, but I had succumbed to the "Midtown Route" so many times, I had never ridden this route the clever way.  Long story short, I made some bad decisions, rode some cobblestone streets, and was WAY too close to the entrance to the Holland Tunnel before I found the beautiful green bike lane on Grand St. 



Getting Lost. Laugh it up.

So, Grand St. East towards the Manhattan Bridge.  Car traffic lanes approaching the bridge in ChinaTown were closed, so that part of the ride was pretty miserable, but eventually I made it to the bridge entrance and powered over into Brooklyn.


See that bridge in the distance?  Spoiler: I'll be there later.

Brooklyn has tons of bike lanes in very sensible spots, and I was able to be in some kind of bike lane all the way through Brooklyn until I arrived at Sit & Wonder.

Nice little coffee shop, good menu, but there was something called a Red Eye on there that I hadn't seen at a coffee shop before.  I asked about it and found out that it consisted of a large coffee with two shots of espresso in it.  Yup.  I also wanted a scone, since I was hungry.

I didn't have my wallet.

(let that sink in)
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So, I was double digit miles away from my house, with no money and no coffee or scone.  My dreams of a sandwich (remember, I'm hungry) were crushed.  There is no pain worse than realizing you're not getting a sandwich when you think you'll have a sandwich.

Then, the guy behind the counter did something that reminds you that people are good deep down on the inside: he gave me the Red Eye anyway.  And then he wished me luck finding my wallet, and hoped I hadn't dropped it along the way.  If you ever get a chance, read the 'Where is Baer' blog posted on the right.  That guy is nuts, but he has also been to some amazing places and people treated him, and his traveling companions, with such compassion and warmth.  While my "coffee mission" is the smallest of small-potatoes compared to every other problem out there, it was still amazing. 

Thank You, Sit & Wonder.

I brought my coffee to their patio in the back and settled into finishing a book on my Kindle.  Yeah, I hauled my Kindle to Brooklyn, but not my wallet.  Winner.

The lazy cows belie how much caffeine is in this cup.

Coffee, check.  Faith in humanity restored, check.  Sandwich..............I need to get home.

I think riding back the same way you came is generally lame, so I chose slightly different route home.

Route to Sandwich-town: 11.4 miles

I did get to ride by the Brooklyn Navy Yard, and I am a huge WWII nut.  Even though it is now used to store your vehicle that got towed when you made the mistake of driving into, and parking in, Manhattan, it used to churn out battleships and aircraft carriers, and I am always in awe thinking about the history of such places.

I like bridge pictures.

Across the Williamsburg Bridge, and then across Manhattan to the Hudson River.  SOHO was crowded, but no one yelled at me for being in the bike lane, just angry looks.  I still call that a win.

Back up the Hudson bike path to home. 

I know what you're all thinking:  "What about that sandwich?"

Sandwich: Tuna fish with sprouts on wheat bread x2  Beer: Lagunitas Little Sumpin' Sumpin'

Ride 4: Check.




The wallet was on my pants, on my bed, right next to where my keys were before I left.

Coffeeneuring Ride 3: Cafe Grumpy

Ride 3: October 19 / Cafe Grumpy / 16.2 miles / Coffee Black x2

Saturday was taken up by the Far Hills Hunt in New Jersey, so, obviously, I was betting on ponies (and winning) as opposed to doing a ride. 

Good thing that Sunday comes right after Saturday.  It was nice and cold out (just over 50F), but it was sunny and knowing my lazy, lazy ways, if I fell behind in the challenge I would never catch up. 

Where to today?  Brooklyn.  (Gasp.)

You see, I may have mentioned my laziness.  I am perfectly content to ride somewhere on Manhattan, and make it home again.  For that reason, and others, I rarely make it to Brooklyn.  What Others? The first time I tried to go, we were going to the Brooklyn Brewery, the L train wasn't running, so it took about 2 hours to get there and involved complicated and out of the way bus transfers.  For the record, I don't need to waste two hours of my time trying to get to Brooklyn.  Not that I have anything better to do, but that was just annoying.  The second time I went to Brooklyn my bocce team, "House Party," got HOUSED at the end of season tournament and were eliminated in the 1st round.  Also, did you know you have to go over bridges to get there?  Or through tunnels?  Or use a BOAT???  It's just a daunting prospect. 

Reluctantly, I decided to broaden my horizons, picked out a spot based on it's awesome name, and fired it up:  Cafe Grumpy.

It was colder than the last two weekends.  I was initially regretting my layering choices.  Fortunately, I'm not in very good shape, so by the time I got out of Central Park I was working hard enough to keep myself warm.  The park was full of people (Sunday) so my average speed through there would not be impressive on the Strava boards.  Do I care?  I do not.

Across on 59th St, which was better than the last time I did it when I actually got forced off the road by a car right in front of a Traffic Cop and she told me that I had to be more careful...love that.  Then, onto the Queensboro Bridge.  The Queensboro Bridge is a pretty cool bridge, all-in-all.  There is a picture of my bike on it below, but if you don't know it, watch The Dark Knight Rises and it's the bridge that Robin and all those orphans on the bus are on when they think the bomb is going off near the end.  Anyhow, it's a sweet bridge, with a good bike lane.  The last time I went over it I was also scared silly because it was in a deluge/lightning storm and the Flash/Bang time was <1s; I was soaked to the bone, and amped up. This time over the bridge was much more pleasant.  I even took a picture for you.  I would NOT have stopped for ANYTHING last time.

Yeah, I know.  She's facing the wrong way.  Sorry about that.

So, over the bridge, over Roosevelt Island, and into Queens.  I have never been to Queens, except for Laguardia and Mets Games.  That's all I have to say about that.  I used Queens for her access to Brooklyn.  It won't be the last time, either.  I got confused right before the Pulaski Bridge (Queens/Brooklyn connector), and it turns out you actually ride on the sidewalk.  Huh.  They are planning improvements, don't you worry.

Obligatory Pulaski Bridge shot.

After that, Brooklyn.  Seemed nice.  Too nice.  Anyhow, just a few minutes later I arrived at Cafe Grumpy.

I love this place.  It's on a quiet corner and you'd walk right by it if you didn't know it was there.  Also, look at the shingle!  They also have a shockingly simple menu.  There aren't Pumpkin Spice Lattes, or anything ridiculous like that.  So, I had some Coffee Black.

 

A well-balanced Coffee Black.

The coffee was delicious.  It also came in this sweet Bodum glass cup, and someday, I will have a set of these things.  The coffee was so good, the sun warm, and the corner this shop was on so beautiful and quiet, that I had two cups.  This place is definitely a winner.

After this...I got a bit distracted.  There is a place nearby called Peter Pan Donuts.  I don't remember who told me about them, but I love me a good donut.  So, I rode the 4 blocks from Cafe Grumpy to Peter Pan, and had two bowties and a powdered jelly-filled donut.  I didn't take any pictures, because NO ONE needs to see me scarfing down donuts.  After that, the Fat Kid was happy.

Broncos had a Sunday Night game, but fantasy tracking and heckling is a must, so I set my sights on heading to Standings.  Bonus round for me: from where I was it only took me one bridge to get back even though I took two bridges to get there.  That doesn't make sense, mathematically, but I couldn't argue.  So, obligatory Williamsburg Bridge shot!

 

I got the direction of travel right this time. 
It's also, possibly, the only Drive-Side shot you'll ever get out of me.

To Standings!!!  The early games were interesting, Fantasy Football worked out well.  Around 4 I hopped back on 'er and headed home.  The map below has the whole ride, but you get the idea.

 Up Third Avenue, and I did so well this time avoiding Midtown, right up until I didn't.  This route (mistake) also took me right by Rockefeller Plaza...I'm an idiot.  Avoid Midtown. 

Ride 3: Check...and best ride yet