Either Princeton blows, or New Brunswick sucks. There's no other way to explain the persistent southwesterly wind in this area, which is especially noticeable on Route 27.
Actually, it's possible that both are true: Princeton blows AND New Brunswick sucks.
Anyway, my 12-mile ride to Jersey Ave station in New Brunswick to get train tickets for tomorrow (about which, more later in the week) turned into just shy of 40, with lunch at the Main St Cafe in Kingston. I'm blaming the wind for my low average.
(Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if that prevailing wind were part of a "keep the riff-raff out" effort by the residents of Princeton and environs. It would explain why property taxes there are so high.)