It was pitch black when I rode to the start at Penn Station.
Coming back over the Queensborobridge, finally underway, the sun was just coming up.

Somewhere beyond those smoke stacks lies my neighborhood in Long Island City.

I did'nt take any pictures through Queens for the light was dim and I also went way off course and had a fine time exploring unfamiliar streets, smiling at the solitary, early morning pedestrians. Eventually I found the course and later got on a great paceline that I rode for miles.

Hope this gives some sense of what It's like riding sheltered in a line.
I didn't look through the view finder to take any of the pictures taken on the bicycle.

Onward.