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:
Over the weekend the Fairhaven and Wareham Militia encamped at Fort Phoenix for a demonstration of life of Americans defending New England during the time of the Revolution.
On May 13-14, 1775, the first naval battle of the American Revolution took place off our shore when the local militia, under the command of Nathaniel Pope and Daniel Egery, captured two British sloops in Buzzard’s Bay.
Shortly afterward, the town petitioned for the construction of a fort at Nolscot Point for the protection of the harbor. The original fort was built by Capt. Benjamin Dillingham and Eleazer Hathaway between 1775 and 1777. It was outfitted with eleven cannon, several of which had been captured in the Bahamas by John Paul Jones.
Portraying colonial men, women, and children, the members of the Fairhaven Village Militia talk to visitors about the history of the fort and about life during the Revolutionary War period. Flintlock musket firing demonstrations are given at times when the militia is on duty.
“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.
The Washington Secondary Bike Path is the state’s longest bike path at 19 miles from Cranston Street in Cranston to Log Bridge Road, just past Route 102, in western Coventry. It is named for the abandoned rail corridor once served by the Providence, Hartford, & Fishkill Railroad.
The path is often referred to locally by the segment names given as the path was built, and these include, from west to east: Trestle Trail, Coventry Greenway, West Warwick Greenway, Warwick Bike Path, and Cranston Bike Path.
I asked a couple of friends to join me on this 30 mile out and back ride starting in Providence R.I. along the East Bay and into Colt State Park. I wanted to give my touring bike a good shakedown to make sure everything is good before my upcoming short tour of Cape Cod and Martha’s Vineyard. No takers, and I have to say they missed a humdinger of a ride. Everything was near perfect, sunny, mild, no wind and plenty of people willing to chat.
The MUP got pretty busy when the local school let out. Lots of kids ride their bikes to when there is a safe bike way nearby.
I often say that to fellow riders as we are struggling on a group ride. Hills are our friends too. Right?
The sound began as a whisper as I rode my bike on a country road flanked by evergreens. It was the sound of wind approaching me. The trees in the distance begin to rustle then bend. The wave approached and got louder and I could see the approaching gust moving toward me as the trees reacted. I began to tense anticipating the struggle about to begin. The gust hit me with a fury, I was now in a wind tunnel and my speed immediately dropped from 16 to 10, then 8, 6, 4. The wind howled and I had to yell to hear myself say FAAAAAAAACK. Then is stopped but only for a few seconds till the second wave hit. I was struggling to keep moving and knew that if I stopped pedaling hard, the bike would stop moving.
Things improved as the road curved and took the wind out of my face. I was beginning to get into a good spin until I approached a causeway. I would be in the open till I crossed the lake. Again I heard the wind before it hit me head on. The gusts threatened to send me and my bike for baptism in the lake. I finally reached the turn around point and the ride became a hoot.
One hill to climb with a cross wind then it was 14 miles home with the wind at my back. I heard the trees rustling behind me but did not hear the wind. Nor did I feel it. Now I was the wind. The hills turned to inclines, I got into the big gear on the front cog and began to smile. I was in the zone and coasting at 18 MPH effortlessly. I needed to get some food for dinner after this ride, but it was so nice that I took a two mile detour to the market. As I took a left, two kids on BMX bikes coming the other way, turned right on the same road. I decided to pass, gave them a heads up, and let loose. I was very surprised when I looked at my speed o meter and saw the number 26.8 staring me in the face. Not on a hill, on a flat.
Sometimes the wind is brutal, but then again, the wind can be our friend. So can a Clydesdale if you carry and apple on your bike ride.
I’m doing a video and stills shoot next week for a bike event. I needed to check out three routes and work out where I’m going to set up in a variety of places. One ride is 48 miles, one is 25 and the other is 13. There is a staggered start with the longer routes going out first. I’ll be using my car for the shoot, but I did all the research by bike. I have to say that the 48 mile loop has some very spectacular scenery.
On the way out I spotted two guys on the path that I have know for years. One was on foot and the other on a very old three speed. We stopped and chatted for much too long and I decided to move on. I looked away briefly to don my helmet and sunglasses when I hear the thump. The guy standing over his bike tipped over and whacked his head on the fence. He was unconscious, tore a chunk of his ear and the back of his head looked like a bullet exit wound. Two weeks ago, my riding partner was standing over his bike in NYC, fell over and broke his hip. My question…. Who wants to ride with me tomorrow