It being MLB All-Star week and all, we came through with a most memorable commute today–in fact, the greatest commute in our nine months of riding the rails. Yes, the elusive 1-hour door to door was a reality today for the first time, as the planets (and trains) were aligned just so, and we cruised through the work doorway a mere 59 minutes after departing the leafy nether regions of Westchester.
Some dozen things had to fall into place perfectly. A few of them:
* No congestion on Rte. 100 delaying my crossing
* No one coming at the stop sign at Elwood, so I didn’t have to break stride on the bike
* Ample space along the lock-your-bike section of the fence (thanks to a forecast of 95 and muggy, for sure)
* Train on time at Hawthorne
* Train two minutes early into GCT (Editor’s Note: Metro-North kicking serious ass in the first-annual Trainjotting Puts Metro-North to the Test arrival time study).
* Minimal congestion on steps descending to 6 train.
* Subway waiting on platform
* Lack of sick passenger on train in front of us.
Fifty-nine freakin’ minutes, folks. It’s mornings like these where I start thinking I might actually be able to do this for the next 30 years.