The Daily Post asked us to write about the road less traveled. A suggestion was made on the topic but today’s bike ride on the quiet roads on the SouthCoast of Massachusetts made the daily post very apropos.
The Fall River Bike Committee put the word out for a bike ride in my back yard. I offered to lead the ride, they accepted, and we rode. The group set the pace to accommodate some new riders who by the way did wonderful and liked it.
The day screamed for a long bike ride and I decided to cross the bridge into the city of New Bedford. I ran into a fellow bike rider and invited him to join our ride on Sunday. When I told him it would be around 30 miles he reneged saying his bike was only good for 20 miles or less. I mentioned that we stopped at a cafe half way through the ride, so it’s actually two 15 mile rides, which is well within his 20 mile limit. He didn’t bite. Continue reading “One Hundred Million Dollars”→
Do you believe in heaven and hell? Gods? Aliens? Ghost? How about crop circles? Reincarnation is in the same category as all those other things. I know none of those exist, so my answer is no, I don’t believe in reincarnation or any of those other things. But they can be fun pranks to play on people.
Coffee, Bagel and the paper.
It was such a nice morning,29 and sunny, that I had my coffee and a bagel on the outside deck of Flower Girls Baking Company after my daily gym session. Today is also a nice day to go for a long enough ride to put on my Garmin. Stay tuned. Continue reading “I’m Calling the EPA”→
Turn to your co-workers, kids, Facebook friends, family — anyone who’s accessible — and ask them to suggest an article, an adjective, and a noun. There’s your post title! Now write.
My daily bike ride this time of year is the same as the day before. A one mile ride to the gym, then to the market for tonight’s meal ingredients, then to a coffee shop to read the NY Times over a good cup of Joe . There is not much different to say or show that I haven’t posted at least a couple of times. However, I have two dogs.
Thanks, Hindsight This year is moving along just fine. The retired life is treating me well. Biking, weight training and yoga are keeping me fit in body and mind which allows all the other things in life to fall into place nicely.
I am seriously considering riding my bicycle cross country on the Adventure Cycling Southern Tier Route in October. Not doing the whole route but pedaling from Ocala, Florida to Austin, Texas. It’s 1200 miles and should take somewhere in the range of 20-30 days. I like to take days off to smell the roses if any show themselves. Continue reading “I’m Thinking of Not Riding Today”→
The Daily Promptis a writing training aid. It suggests a subject to help what we call writers block. I try to incorporate the “Prompt” with my bicycle writing into one post. Sometimes it works. Today’s prompt is titled Alma Mater
Alma Mater —You’ve been asked to speak at your high school alma mater — about the path of life. (Whoa.) Draft the speech.
My University soccer team was being inducted into the schools hall of fame. A good number of the players traveled to the event. The team was from 20 some odd years past, so there was a lot of catching up to do. It was an annual event and there were a six or eight different inductees. Individuals, our team, a coach for example. It was the standard college ceremony. We were the first to be inducted that night and lined up on the side of the stage at the bottom of the stairs. As the short bio of our team was being read as an introduction, a team mate standing behind me said. “we took a vote and nominated you to give the speech”. At that moment the MC announced, “Please give a warm welcome to the 1977 UMass soccer team”.
Sudden Shifts Sudden shifts in weather can occur at the beach for sure. But they can also happen riding a bike three days after a blizzard. Soft snow, icy footprints, crusty snow and pavement can make for some challenging bicycle riding. But if you bike, you know it’s also fun.
The footprints and bike tracks are all mine and my dogs. The tire tracks are my neighbors quad.
MUP is an acronym for Multi Use Path. The one I use is a Rail to Trail converted alternate route into town. If the path is not clear, the only way to town is on US Rt. 6. A four lane highway with a posted speed of 40 MPH. Most drivers exceed 50 and approach 60 MPH since the road was newly paved in the fall.
I decided to get studded tires for my bike this winter because the town doesn’t clear this path of snow, and no one on rt 6 clears their sidewalks. Those two things force bikes and pedestrians onto a state highway to get to the town center.
Today I rode the MUP to the gym and the coffee shop. The terrain was a mix of ice, crusty snow, blacktop and 5″ deep soft snow. I had to stop three times and walk when I hit the soft snow. The one mile ride was a pretty good leg workout and warm up for my time in the gym. After the workout I stopped in the Flower Girl Baking Company for a good cup of coffee and a really light and delicious slice of quiche.
Flower Girls Baking Company in Fairhaven. You gotta try the quiche.
On the return trip I avoided riding on the path and took my chances on RT 6. It’s two lanes in each direction and I took 1/3 of the lane forcing cars to go around and not squeeze me into the embankment. It worked out fine with every vehicle moving to the passing lane as they drove by me. Today I got to ride a little ebony and a little ivory.
Below is the example of sudden shifts in the terrain while riding my bike. (Having fun).
We got a pretty good snow storm yesterday. Naturally I had to drive to the airport so the kid could fly back to his 70 degree weather in Austin. Also both studded tires arrived this week and the storm couldn’t have been more opportune.
Putting on the tires was a frustrating task. Both fought back with every stud, but I finally got them installed. All this work took place in between football games. The English Premier League takes up most of my Saturday mornings. It’s not very good football, but it’s fun to watch. I did a fair share of profanities not only from the studded tires, but also the games. My wrist hurts from struggling with that last few inches of the tire install, and my ankle hurts from stomping on the floor when one of the teams I decided to support today, played stupid.
Studded Tires Installed on the Marin.
I decided to take the dogs for a walk before the inaugural studded tire ride and when I looked down the street the first thing that came to mind was, “Dam you, DPW. They did a great job prepping the streets before and clearing the streets after the snow. First time ever by the way. Last year it took weeks to get the streets down to pavement. Dam DPW. I’m going to bitch. I have a six mile ride into the city tomorrow for Yoga and am hoping that New Bedford keeps their low standard of clearing the roads in tact.
Second Time Around Last February the kid came home to 3 feet of snow. His visit this year was a bit better. It’s always better on the second time around.
It’s still snowing but we are anticipating good roads to the Providence R.I. airport in Warwick R.I. The people of Warwick are a bit perturbed that the airport in their city is called the Providence Airport. The conundrum is that we will be driving during the evening commute.
The kid spent a few days in Massachusetts and was lamenting the lack of snow. He visited last year and was hoping for snow and he got snow.
He lives in Austin, where it’s probably around 80 degrees, so this is a treat for him.
Last June he booked and evening flight out of Providence, there were not enough seats sold and the flight was cancelled. It was the last flight of the day so he had to fly out the next evening. He is due at work at 11 AM tomorrow, so a canceled flight could be a problem. We’ll see how the flight goes today
A friend posted a photo online about looking at her bike and not being able to ride. I countered with a photo of my bike getting prepped to be ridden.
Millicent Library in Fairhaven, Ma with the Unitarian Building in the background.
A 6 mile ride to yoga class that is part of the New Bedford Wellness Initiative today. On the way to the Boys and Girls club, while climbing a hill, one of my pedals fell off.
I was walking the final half mile and came across a couple of old timers looking at a 1969 Camaro in a garage. I borrowed an adjustable wrench from one of these friendly strangers and made the repair. The pedals were installed a few short days ago and I was very conscious of putting is on correctly and tight.
YO! GUYS. PAY ATTENTION TO THE TEXT.
The problem was that it’s in two parts. The pedals came with adapters for different sized cranks. The adapter screws into the crank then the pedal screws into the adapter. I have no idea why this fell of because reverse threading on the left pedal insures that this doesn’t happen. (To most people). I’ll figure it out tomorrow.
I was walking the final half mile and came across a couple of old timers looking at a 1969 Camaro in a garage. I borrowed an adjustable wrench from one of these friendly strangers and made the repair. The pedals were installed a few short days ago and I was very conscious of putting is on correctly and tight.
A Midnight Rider 