And the learning curve continues. Yesterday I decided to try riding across town to visit a friend. Got completely lost in the Village(!), couldn't find the bike path for beans and basically walked my bike most of the way. Arrived, we had a nice lunch and then as I was preparing to leave -THUNDERSTORM!! She went on with an umbrella, I waited it out. Decided to take the route home via the East River and wind around the Battery. Wouldn't recommend. On the one hand, I found myself stitching together all the people I'd been at various places with, and really placing where they are on the map, and in my memory - that felt very serendipitous and wonderful. On the other hand, there's along swath under a grated causeway with cars thundering above, and pollution raining down - it's not very pleasant, and it goes on for a bit. Then the bike path conveniently disappeared altogether, leaving me with Wall Streeters in penguin suits, tourists, strollers, other bikers - and everybody lost because of fencing which turns lower Manhattan into a total maze - don't know how I ever got out! Meanwhile the heavens were threatening to open up again, and no shelter in sight. I finally found a pedestrian path and took it until a Parks Dept official kicked me off and pointed me in the right direction, rode like a bat out of hell and made it to Chelsea Piers JUST before the next thunderstorm. This time there was a place to shelter. The good news: stops and starts much much better, confidence building. All good!