First Time Across the GWB

Looking out on NYC from GWB on New Year's Day

March ’13, Trek 7.1, unforgiving winds whipping off the river.

Westside Greenway, GWB was my beacon, cold shiver…

Asked a Kissena Roadie the way, he said, “Follow me, but keep up, I’m late.”

7% grade at 158th, bone crunching sound from my drivetrain, testing its fate.

The roadie shot a look, “are you fucking kidding me?” it read.

Feeling embarrassed, I thought to myself, “Should I have stayed in bed?”

Cabrini Blvd packed, walked up the helix while winds roared.

The view at mid span was breathtaking, years later, I still haven’t gotten bored.

Across the bridge, I didn’t make it to Strictly, instead I turned around.

I wondered, “What’s so special about this road?” Now, Brooklyn Bound.

Little did I know, I didn’t scratch the surface of 9W’s glory.

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