It was a sunny, not humid but warm Tuesday along Buzzards Bay on the South Coast of Massachusetts. My kitchen was being redone and I’m sure the contractors would rather not have anyone looking over their shoulders. I grabbed the beater bike and set out for the day.
On the way I stopped at the local super market to grab a 1/4 lb tub of egg salad, a fresh sesame bulky roll and a pint of chocolate milk to bring to the beach. After a leisurely lunch, I decide to again ride over the bridge into the city and bike around the peninsula. Naturally I took some photos.
Rust bucket heading out to sea.
Divers returning from a day of working on the bridge supports.
Taking on ice
Little Toot returning to dock
Inner city sailing school
Butler Flats Light and the Fairhaven Ma turbines
Fort Tabor, New Bedford MA
Not much to Say. Let the photos to the talking.
Vintage Car Show in town.
The Hurricane Barrier. New Bedford, MA
Setting Sail for a multi day scallop trip
Palmer’s Island Light and the Farihaven, MA skyline.
Building the Offshore Turbine staging area
Diving off the dock in New Bedford, MA
Billy Woods Wharf
East Beach, New Bedford, MA
East Beach from Fort Taber. New Bedoford, MA
Battery Edwards. For Rodman in New Bedford, MA.
Battery Edwards, New Bedford, Ma
Hampton Inn parking lot. New Bedford. Ma
It was a bit over a mile to the beach and I was loaded like a pack mule. The video doesn’t show the second chair strapped to my rear bike rack and the full pannier. Sue carried the cooler on her bike and everything worked out fine.
I had made arrangements with a couple of my musician friends to meet at the Friday night concert on New Bedford’s (MA) Pier 3. The band started out pretty good but soon lost it’s mojo and eventually lost the crowd. There is a lot to be said about playing to your audience which the band did early in the first set and they had everyone tapping their feet and beginning to move to the music. Playing the second set they lost us with some 80′s music witch they didn’t play well andthat’s when the line at the beer vendor got very long with the audience trying to salvage their Friday night out.
Batten down the hatch.
Two guys on Pier 3
Walking to the concert on Pier 3 in New Bedford, MA
The beer line got longer as the band played on.
Miss New Bedford singing with Dad.
It didn’t take long to put 26 miles just riding around the city. I’ll add another 10 this evening when I ride to the “Music on Pier 3″ event tonight.
Here are the videos of today’s ride.
Sue is a hiker, I like to bike. When she said, “how about we ride to Lloyd State Park today”, it brought a smile. I dusted off all the cobwebs from her bike and did the same for my touring bike, the one I was going to ride on tour last week, but didn’t. I took the old commuter bike. The one I call the winter beater. It was a good choice by the way.
I had never been to this state beach but know it’s popular with many. My preference is Horseneck Beach and that was reinforced big time today. The bike friendly roads, the scenery, the weather all came together to make this a nice ride. The beach however was a different story. Horseneck Beach is a long sandy expanse sheltered by sand dunes and is very popular with a variety of personalities.
Demarest Lloyd is best described as where the Walmart people go. We’ll leave it at that.
During my bike tours it’s inevitable that I run into people who say they want to tour someday. There are so many reasons not to tour that life can pass you by and one day you may find it’s too late. I have hear from men who have never done a tour say they want to solo. It looks so cool reading about these solo tourist that we daydream that’s the only way to go. I used to think that way but on my tours with one or two companions I have often said when things got really difficult, that I’m glad I’m not alone.
There are supported tours of all types from the five star hotel to hotel tours, to the fully camping carry your own stuff and do your own cooking minimally supported tours, as well as everything in between those two options. MORE
Today was another late start, around 9:30. But there were a mere 30 miles to our final destination in Cumberland, MD. I really expected to make good time until I started riding through the tunnels and crossed the Eastern Continental Divide. Too many things conspired to get me to stop and take photos and videos. The long tunnels, the Mason Dixon line and the spectacular scenery.
It’s all HERE