The gods of weather have conspired against me. Every morning I ride to work into a headwind. Every evening I ride home from work into a headwind. Some might say it has to do with the land and sea breezes, but I am not fooled by the heathen explanations of scientists (meteorologist no less). I know I have angered the gods, and the headwinds are breaths of anger smiting me and the doodle.

Some proof for you non-believers: Does God control the weather?

On a side note: New York in its infinite wisdom has created a city area bike map.

And finally, the doodle's path for posterity: path