It’s tournament time for high school soccer. It’s the only sport I played growing up and stopped at age 51. I also spent 40 years coaching at different levels, so I guess you could call me “avid.”
There were three games last night and I had to choose. My alma mata was playing, one of the schools I coached and a really good local team. I chose the really good team to ride my bike to watch, Dartmouth High, and wasn’t disappointed.
At the half it was 3-0 and early in the second 40, Dartmouth got their fourth. I was feeling the beginnings of rain coming on and decided to leave early for the 7 mile ride home. I got a little wet but not bad. Riding through the city I could see driver eyeing me and couldn’t help wondering if they were envious of me riding in the soft rain on a mild evening , or thinking, “oh that poor guy. He must have lost his drivers license.”
I am in a couple of bike riding challenges which gives me the motivation to ride every day. Lots of things are going on during the early part of the day to keep me busy and off the bike. However, late afternoon and early evening has become prime time for my riding. Combine that with working on my video editing skills gives me plenty of motivation to ride into the early darkness.
It was blustery, chilly and kind of dreary. Then I got on my bike and all that stuff faded away. I also changed the theme which is why this blog looks different. (Says Captain Obvious). I took a lot of photos but only kept a few. For instance:
“West Island is named for one of it’s early owners, a man named West. The island juts out into Buzzard’s Bay, and is connected to Sconticut Neck by a causeway. Most of the island is owned by the state and is kept as a wildlife preserve. The town owns acres of beach-land, the Fairhaven Town Beach. This is one of the nicest beaches on Buzzard’s Bay, with over a mile of beach, and waters warmed by the shallow Buzzard’s Bay. It is also an ideal location to watch the sailboats that revel in the famous Buzzard’s Bay breeze.” Dana Morris.
Rode for a couple of hours around the island hanging out and taking pictures.
Years ago with the FBC that had chapters in a few cities across the country. Like HERE, HERE and HERE. We did a full moon fiasco every month. Maybe, this is the return of that monthy fun event. Just maybe.
There is an arrowed bike route that is a good mix of suburban and rural riding. I don’t do the whole route and track my mileage with my Garmin Tour GPS unit. I had been riding for around 45 minutes when I looked at the display and it read 2 miles. I had forgotten to press start so the device only recorded my MPH. Those lost miles were the bane of this ride. Every once in a while during the ride, those miles haunted me.
I decide that when I get home, I’ll use my car to record the miles that I lost and upload them to Strava where I’m recording my stats. Then I thought that the average speed would be out of whack for me. Then I thought that I would just drive slow. Right, that would go over with the drivers behind me on this endeavor. Then I though, who cares. So I didn’t go. I did however, shoot some video between the hauntings.
The storm passed, the sun began making it’s way through the clouds and the sky began to turn blue. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and it was time for a bike ride. The road bike got a tune up from Scottee’s Bike Shop in Westport. It was my second visit and I couldn’t be more impressed with the quality of workmanship, the friendliness of the wrenches and the reasonable prices.
Most of the regular road bike riders were done for the day. There was one unusual group that I ran into yesterday and today they passed me just at the right time. A couple more roadies on this route but basically it was me,some horses and a fruit stand.
Early morning ride to get my hair done. I left the shop at 8;30 and it was just too nice not to ride. 45 and cloudy. It is the first day without rain this month. Met with a couple of bike friends and fellow photographers, Peter Perreira and Josh Sousa at Tia Maria’s European Cafe in New Bedford. Naturally we talked bikes. A ride around the peninsula in the city before returning home to power wash the decks and clean two bikes of all the crap they collect from riding in the rain. Probably do a second ride tonight