I did 27 miles or so. Unfortunately I saw a biker being loaded into an ambulance at the outset of my trip.

Checked out the hawks (no eggs hatched yet).

Got fed up with my seat slipping and headed for the wonderful LBS who fixed it while I waited. Had a lovely chat about people who continue to ride road bikes into their eighties. Cruised through Central Park which is all pink and green and lovely.

A car almost pulled into me and a pedestrian yelled at the driver and praised me for being alert. The driver couldn't hear, but it made me happy.

Miranda, congratulations on returning to the cycling world.