It was raining when I left home, but the showers had passed through Providence, R.I. an hour earlier. Tonight was the ride with the mayor of Providence. It’s a quarterly group ride that is increasing in popularity as bikes become more and more a transportation preference for many.
As usual, I parked in East Providence, which gave me an extra 7 miles for this event. It’s easy parking and the bike ride to Burnside Park is pretty cool.
We are doing our monthly critical mass ride next Friday in Providence, and if you live within range you really need to put this on your bucket list. It’s that good a bike ride.
Meet Our group at the Fort Hill parking lot in East Providence at the beginning of the East Bay Bike Path at 5:00 for a 5:15 wheels up. The ride to Burnside is a 3.5 mile spin over the Washington Bridge and through India Point Park. We also ride over the Point Street Bridge into Providence.
This is a casual paced ride with police escort. Bring a helmet and reflective clothing if you want. A white front lamp and rear red reflectors are required by law for riding at night in Providence.
CLICK HERE for the gps route from Fort Hill to Burnside Park
We were scheduled to leave BWI at 7 PM, then the time was moved to 8. Sitting in the terminal, we saw our plane being pushed out of the gate. Right behind it, another was moved in. The reason was something broken that could not be fixed.
The nice representative explained everything which we all appreciated. We sat, and sat for an hour before the announcement came. “Ladies and gentlemen, everything is a go and we apologize for the delay. We will have you on your way to Providence as soon as we can locate some pilots.”
I boarded the plane in Baltimore after traveling from South Carolina, and I began sniffing. I knew what was to come. Then the cough accompanied by watering eyes. It was a quick 50 minute flight to Providence, fortunately. However, by the time we got to the car at the airport, I was hacking, sneezing, and shivering. Friday night was uncomfortable, Saturday was worse. Sunday, Monday and Tuesday I made sure my cadaver donation card was was in an obvious place so my wife could expedite my transfer to Boston. I called my son who I’m riding with on the Erie Canal in July, telling him not to get his hopes up.
“What’s wrong now?” he asked.
“I thing I have the Bubonic plague” I responded.
It’s Wednesday and things are getting back to normal. False alarm on the plague thing.
I’m sure I’ll be ready for the game Saturday at Foxboro. Atlanta United is coming to town and I’ll be bringing two hats. I have been a Revs fan since the teams inception in 1996 and will always be a fan. But…….Being a Revs fan, one also needs a team to support in the playoff. #2 son lives in Atlanta and I attend a game or two every season at Mercedes Benz stadium with 65K wild fans with drums, flags, flares and all the other wonderful things that make soccer such a great sport.
This Saturday, I’ll be at Gillette’s 71k stadium not quite filled to capacity, with 12k fans, sitting on their hands and doing tennis claps now and then, all we need is another fifty thousand more to materialize. Could happen. I would never think of saying the Revs suck. But they do. But they are my team. Regular season of course.
Kamau Bell at the Z was really good last night. The best part is that I got to ride my bike home at 10 PM.
On a side note: As I was riding by the Ebb Tide, (yeah, that place), there were three guys trying to stand up straight smoking. One looks at me and says “five oh”. I thought that was funny till I came upon two guys on bikes at Cumby’s. When I told the story, they said they also thought I was a cop