Saturday was blustery, damp and chilly for the 10AM start to the Fairhaven Ma. Bike ride celebrating National Bike Month. I did a bit of tweaking to the route because of a late start and ended up doing 37 miles.
Sunday morning was a beautiful 70 degree, calm, sunny day for the Narragansett Bay Wheelmen ride in Westport, Ma. I chose the 25 mile option and started an hour before the official starting time in order to get home before noon.
30 minutes from Providence
This ride is considered to be one of the club’s best, rolling down the Westport waterway to scenic Horseneck Beach.
Easy riding past rural farms. 50 mile extension by Gil Peel
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The Day Before The Ride
After disembarking the Staten Island Ferry it was a two mile walk to Basketball City to pick up the registration package. The line was a New York City block long. It seemed most of the 32 thousand riders all came on the same bus. Since there was more than three hours remaining till the close of registration it gave me time to walk around the city. Every year I make it a point to spend time in a different part of town. In the past I have done the financial district, the Bowery, East Village and central park. This day, because I needed to stay close to the registration area, I did China Town.
There are sights and aromas in Chinatown that act as Pavlov’s bell . There were other sights that take your appetite away. One restaurant had a decent amount of people inside and a constant flow of take out customers. I decided to give it a try. Traveling is an adventure and authentic Chinese food fit the bill perfectly. I tried to tell the woman at the counter what I wanted but as often happens in Chinese restaurants, I needed to point to #2 and #26 on the menu to make her understand what I wanted. Five large pan fried pork dumplings and a bowl of white noodle soup. Utensils are stored at each table along with the sauces like soy, duck etc. My choices were chop sticks and a plastic spoon for the soup. I looked around to get a good idea of how to eat with chop sticks. In a place full of westerners struggling a little is the norm. In this place I stood out very much so. After a couple of comical attempts to eat a dumpling only to have it fall back onto the plate just as I was about to take a bite, I adapted by stabbing the dumpling with one of the sticks and holding on to the second just to make things look good. The price of this meal, 5 large dumplings and a bowl of soup? $2.25.
When I got back to the registration area the line was even longer but moved very quickly. Overall it took about an hour from the end of the line to the registration desk. No one seemed to mind the line or the chaos inside the building. It’s New York and it’s the norm. After picking up my packet I was tempted to buy a pass on the tour bus of the city but decided to walk back to the ferry and take in more of the city. As I passed the NY Supreme Court building I came upon this.
A movie called “Lucky Shoot” was filming it’s final scene on the steps of the building. “Quiet Please, no movement” is what I next heard. “Cut” I struck up a conversation with a woman holding a clip board and wearing a headset and asked what the movie was about. ” It’s an anti politic thriller” she said.
“Do you want to be an extra?”
Imaging lil ole me in an anti political movie? “Sign this form, grab a sign and follow our directions”. I told her this one was on me but next time they want me in a production it’s two million. “Agreed” she countered.
A 5AM wake up, a short drive to the Staten Island Ferry and a 20 minute crossing, all before breakfast. I was assigned to the Red group with an 8:30 start time. I arrived on site at 7:15 and began the search for a coffee shop. I spotted a Dunkin Donuts a half block ahead. If your from Massachusetts, Dunkin Donuts or the “Dunk”, or “Double D” , is the go to coffee shop. Starbucks is not even a passing thought. The problem is that DD was past the start point for the Red riders. I asked the tour Marshall to cross over into the Blue group to get a coffee. He gave me a look that said it was against the rules. I offered to lock my bike on this side, grab a coffee and return. “If I look away and you cross, who’s to know” he said. He looked away, I crossed and now found myself in the 7:30 start group with a hot cup of DD. Things were looking up. I felt a bit out of place till I spotted quite a few others with the tell tale red bike and shirt ID’s. We all had to wear Bike New York helmet covers. These were so the Marshalls could easily identify those who tried to join the ride illegally. Anyone could ride the streets with us but were not allowed to ride the bridges and roadways that were made available for bikes only for this tour.
I randomly struck up conversations during the tour and met some very interesting people One group of men were from New Jersey and ask one if they were firemen. “Cops” he said. I told him it was obvious that they were public servants. He gave me a look and I said that it was a compliment not a “diss”. I could tell they were part of a brotherhood by the way they talked to each other and that it was a 50/50 choice between police and fire. “Thanks, and good eye” he said.
We began on 6th Avenue and continued through central park. One woman was taken aback at the slow pace of the ride.
“You can finish before noon” I said to her.
“At this pace?” she responded. I told here we would cross the 6th Ave bridge into Harlem and when we come back to Manhattan things open up and you can make good time if you wish. But your on a bike, what’s the hurry? I met a group from Toronto, three guys from Los Angeles. A family from New Mexico, people from Connecticut, Maryland, Iowa and a young couple from Jackson, Wyoming. Getting things started is as easy as asking, “is this your first tour?”
The spectators were a hoot. There were people cheering us on, there were musician from gospel, to rock to jazz and random guys beating on drums. There were police on every corner in every borough but occasionally someone would try to cross a street filled with thousands of bikes. Take two steps, stop, let 20 bikes pass. Repeat a few more times to get across.
The riders were young, old and everything in between on their own style of bikes. Some fast some slow. Some paying attention, some not. I make it a point to ride in the first group with the more experienced bikers. I saw three falls and no injuries. The falls were at stops where the rider failed to unclip from his pedals and did a comical style of the slow fall over muttering a few choice words of disbelief. Oh no, not me.
The bridges and highways are always a highlight. The Verrazano is the dread of many of the bikers. It’s difficult but slow and steady gets you to top and allows the rider to fly to the end of the tour. Riding on the closed to traffic Queens/Brooklyn expressway to the Verrasano is a long wind in your face challenge. The downhill part of the bridge we were met with strong cross winds that tried to push the riders across the lanes. Lots of “whoa ha’s and braking on this final push to the finish.
This is my 7th 5 Boroughs Tour and things have improved dramatically over the years. I skipped a couple of years because of all the bottlenecks and often made my displeasure know to anyone who mentioned that ride. Two years ago they fixed things. Hearing that, three of us gave it another shot last May. They used to start all 32,000 of us at the same time, which did not work at all. My first ride, the cannon boomed to begin at 8AM and I crossed the start line at 9:50AM. Things got progressively worse annually.
Now however there is a staggered start with three manageable groups of 11,000. Keep in mind how big and wide are the streets of New York. With a couple of stops along the route, my group finished the 40 mile ride just before noon. Remember it’s not a race, but a ride, and I have to say it’s a really great way to see New York.
Saturday is check in at Basketball City on pier 36 in Manhattan. What a wild time that offers. It’s a huge bike expo with lots to do and people to meet. Saturday is also a good day to be a tourist in the city. Personally I stay away from Times Square, but if you have never been, it’s got to be on your list. Rockefeller Center is another spot for the first timer. We try to see a different part of the city on subsequent visits. East Village, The Bowery districe, Brooklyn, and so on.
If you ever want a great way to see NYC think or riding your bike with 32,000 like minded people. This is a great weekend and is a wonderful item to add to your bucket list.
The ride is so much fun and so interesting I can’t help singing it’s praises. Crossing the bridges are highlights of the ride. Here is the Wikipedia version.
It was one of those days where I wanted to ride, but didn’t feel like it. You know what I mean? Providence to Bristol, R.I. is a good default route when that happens. There are lots of side trips off this path through old towns that date from the War of Independence and beyond to King Phillips War . In the town of Warren I came across a couple perusing a map. They were from the Netherlands and asked if I knew if rain was forecast because they were thinking about riding to the end of the path. I offered and they accepted a short tour of Warren that took us off the path and into town. Naturally I got us all off track and we had to ride the busy Metacom Ave to get back to the path. I complimented them both on their riding skills, being from Holland and all. I did get them back to the trail where they returned to Providence and I continued the other direction to Bristol, R.I.
On the return there were two guys repairing a flat. Courtesy dictates that passing riders ask if they have everything they need. I thought it would just be a routine “thanks, we’re fine”.
“Do you have a pump”?
I never saw that coming because one was an experienced roadie. The guy with the flat was wearing blue jeans with both pant legs rolled up. The roadie forgot to load a new CO2 cartridge into his kit. While we were working on the bike, an older man, maybe 50+ on roller blades stopped to chat. He lives on Long Island and was doing a 34 mile skate from downtown Providence. I don’t really know if that’s extraordinary but it seems so.
Today was a really nice international day and I have believe that we don’t meet people like I did today if I wasn’t on a bike.
Let me say right from the get go that this is a very very cool event. Riding the Boston Marathon route at midnight with hipsters, working stiffs, grandparents, co-eds etc. spanning the gamut of shapes, sizes and abilities is a really unique and fun thing to do on a Sunday night.
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A few hundred of us gathered near South Station in Boston to load our bikes onto waiting trucks, each of which carried dozens of bikes. Plenty of volunteers were on hand to check in the riders and give each a wristband that matched the band number attached to their bike. Participants walked over to one of the four big trucks and handed their steed to another volunteer who loaded the bike carefully, (sort of) onto the trucks. From there it was a short walk to the commuter rail station to catch the 11PM train to Southborough. We had four rail cars filled with bikers of all shapes and sizes, excited for the 26+ mile ride back to town following the Boston Marathon route. The organization for this ride was limited to the bike transportation. Once riders got to the starting location it was completely up to them when to proceed. You see, this was an unorganized, unofficial ride. Nothing more than a bunch of like minded people who thought it would be really cool to ride the Boston Marathon route in the dead of the night. While on the train we could see bikes already making their way back to Boston and we were still 30 minutes from the starting point.
At South Station people were randomly approaching others to talk about the ride and whatever other subject was broached. I took a long table, and as I began taking notes a couple of young riders joined me. Both saying the bike helmet acted as an invitation of friendship. Talking with Casey and Brian, both on their first Midnight Marathon and both working and bike commuting, I commented that it seemed like I was the only rider over thirty participating in this event. Before I added the period to my sentence, Jim a fifty something sailor, and Steve Miller of Livable Streets organization joined us and completely put the age theory to rest. The station quickly filled with helmet carrying cold weather clad bikers and one could begin to feel the vibe of the upcoming ride. There was a mix of veterans and first timers and the group took on the look and feel of a very hip crowd. After all, what group of people is more hip and as cool as bikers? In case your stumbling on the answer it’s none.
During this ride I came across a guy who’s right pedal fell off. When I tried to help out I saw that the threads were stripped and the pedal was being secured by wrapping electrical tape to substitute as threading. A mother and daughter, obviously novice riders were not getting along very well at all. One woman spotted a cab at around the 17 mile mark, dismounted and frantically began waiving down the driver. I didn’t look back to see if she was successful, but did feel bad that she felt the need to bail out. She was obviously riding alone and my guess is that the mind games of “I can’t do this” got the best of her.
On the positive side, I saw a group taking a photo at the top of Heartbreak Hill. Little did they know that it was only the teaser part and they still had more than a mile to crest this demoralizer of marathon runners. One of the most unique participants was a 20 something guy on a skateboard. He got my kudos. There were also lots of fixies and single speed bikes. Those are the hipsters I spoke of .
Catching up to a group I noticed the attire of one of the riders. She reminded me of riding in Copenhagen where many of the women bike to work in very nice and classy outfits, and the jackets are quite stylish and unique to Europeans. As I approached I told her that she looked very hip and reminded me of Denmark. The young man riding the bike looked over to me and said “really, thanks”.
Later on I was passing a rider struggling up a modest hill. “Is this your first time” I asked. He replied in the affirmative and said over and over that his wife did this event last year, loved it and talked him into doing it on his undersized department store bike. I asked why she didn’t ride this year and he said she did. She is way ahead and is a much better rider, “I’m not very good” was his comeback. I told him there is really no such thing as good or bad riders and that it was his bike holding him back not his riding ability. He was doing fine but just did not have the gearing and fit to make this a much more enjoyable night for him. He did say that he enjoyed this so much and was thinking of upgrading his bike and ride more often with his wife.
When we finally got into the city there were only a handful of us on Beacon St. Three of us began questioning the route because there was no one else around, and that was unusual. Shortly a trio of riders approached and when we asked they said this is the route. Just follow the Green Line. Since there were tracks in the middle of the street I assumed they referred to the public transit Green Line.
It was suggested to me by a couple of riders to purchase advanced tickets to the after ride pancake breakfast on Washington St. at Downtown Crossing. I did, reluctantly, online. After waiting outside in line with cold feet because of the 35 degree weather for 25 minutes without moving even a foot toward the entrance, I decided to take the $11 hit and ride back to my car and home.
“Really? Me to”. That’s where 32,000 of us will grab life by the handlebars and ride the five boroughs and cross five bridges of New York City.
How could I not induct these two into the realm of A Midnight Rider, when it’s obvious to even the most casual observer how these two fit into the riding brother/sister- hood. Till this morning it was a brotherhood but I have been enlightened. Most people I tell about the rides warn of the dangers of riding in Boston… at night….on the marathon route no less. And the mention of NYC to many bring out their fear of getting blown up or accosted by Yankee fans. When I hear this I always ask one question.
“Have to been there or done that?”
The two new “riders” also talked me into buying a breakfast of 2 pancakes and a slice of bacon for eleven bucks. We’ll see how that works out. I’ll bet it will be worth it.
I wanted to get more photos of the cafe tour riders but again we all started yacking away at the Bristol Bagel Works and I forgot all about taking out my camera.
The ride is an annual Boston tradition where over 1,000 people bike the same route as the Boston Marathon the night before Marathon Monday. The roads are not closed off but open to vehicle traffic (and bicycles are vehicles!) – The ride is not a race nor is it a paid event; it is however a pretty unique community experience, a fun way to meet people, and a decent workout.
Due to the organic and non-commercial nature of the ride, there is no official support crew during the actual bike ride; that said, due to the community nature of the ride, it is usually very easy to get help.
If you subscribe to Bicycle Magazine you may have seen the feature story this month. If not CLICK HERE to read the article. (both photos on this page are credited to the Bicycle Magazine article).
The Boston Globe made a compelling argument to continue this event HERE
I’ll have to figure out the logistics of getting to Hopkinton, but if all else fails there is an advertised leisurely ride from downtown Boston. A car at each end would really be nice though. We’ll see.
I still use the bike shop that served me very well during my working days when I commuted to the office. I would drive 30 miles to a lot and ride the last ten. During the winter, I would often park much closer to the office which allowed me to ride year round. Travis Cycle was just about the half way on the long ride. Many Fridays, I would drive to the office, ride my bike the 30 odd miles home, and on Saturday I would ride back to get my car. I had a couple of questions about my road bike and I also need to do more riding in anticipation for two bike tours. A check of my go to weather site, Weather Underground, predicted some really good riding weather. Sixty degrees with a bit of wind was just too inviting for the first long ride of the season and I decided to make the trek to Taunton. I was in the traveler mode mentally which translates into riding at the speed of a turtle. I always get there but am never first. Actually if I want to keep the theme of “always”, I’m always the last to arrive but with the smell of the roses creating an aura around me.
Many of the roads I ride at one time were the major routes between cities and towns of this part of New England. Border crossings and mileage marker posts are usually made of concrete painted white. The signs are usually pressed cast iron with lead frames. The roads have very little traffic and are not to far from the high speed animal death traps.
I was also getting acquainted with my new Garmin Edge Touring GPS which allowed me to get off the usual route and try out more remote roads. It worked out fine and added a few extra miles to the outbound ride. The young wrench was impressed that I was doing such a long ride so early in the season. I tried to act modest about the miles but inside I was gloating. As to the bike question. I was hearing a clicking noise I though could be my bottom bracket. Joe Travis, the owner, asked me which side the clicking was happening.
“The right side I said”.
Joe told me if it was my bottom bracket the clicking would be from both side. He suggested that the clicking is either my pedal or crank arm. A little grease should fix that lickity split. Everything worked out fine and the 30+ miles to the shop was a can-o-corn. However…………….. I now had another 30 miles to get home. That’s when I realized why the wrench was so impressed with the long early season ride. Needless to say, it was tough but that’s where the past touring experience comes into play. I have had many days like this while touring and found that slowing down and paying really close attention to the little things around, like the birds, dogs, scenery and all that stuff, really melts the miles away. I dropped out of that zone a couple of times but was able to get back into it easily and soon enough I only had twenty miles to go. Crap.
I can remember people telling stories about driving 50 miles for a cup of coffee or 250 miles to New York City to get a newspaper. Those were the days when it was really a big deal to own a car. Doing something crazy like that was an initiation into manhood back in the 50’s. To translate that into the 21st century, I rode my bike 17 miles to get a liverwurst sandwich. With tomato, cheese and mustard no less. Actually I doubt there are many places in the world where one can buy a liverwurst sandwich, so I brought my own.
I was thinking about this post while I was riding and the many times I had done this route. Adding the links to reference past rides would have looked something like this.
See the write ups, here, here, here, here, here, here, here and here……
Needless to say, the town of Rochester located on the SouthCoast of Massachusetts is a very popular area to ride because of the bike friendly rural roads. By the way, SouthCoast is a local name adopted by the area to pinpoint a more specific area of Southeastern Massachusetts. There is a reason why its spelled SouthCoast, and I remember it making sense, but no one thinks about why any longer. We just accept the moniker.
Take a look at more of this loop through Rochester into Wareham, MA.