I had so much trouble deciding which photo to use picking one, changing my mind. Pick another, then another. Eventually I decided to post more than one. All are from the New Bedford, Ma harbor. Twice New Bedford was the richest city in the country and once the richest in the world. It is has the honor of being the number 1 fishing port in America for many years.
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
Rode around the city at lunchtime for a couple of hours. I had planned to ride less because I was going to do an evening training ride. Well, evening rolled around and I decided to ditch the second ride. I took the dogs for a walk on the MUP and there were bikes galore out. It was such a beautiful night that I decided to go for a ride.
I am filming a fundraising ride in a couple of weeks. There are three mileage options, 13, 28 and 45 miles. It’s an Ice Cream Ride where two of the options use basically the same route. The short ride is in a different part of town altogether. I’m going to ride the longer routes in reverse which will allow be to cut across town to get some footage of the family ride down by the waterfront. Tonight I did a practice ride that takes me to two sections where the longer rides converge. This is going to work out OK.
Today is opening day for rail trails, sponsored by the national group railstotrails.org. It was a cold, windy blustery day that hampered all but the hardiest of bike riders. I came across a family and a father/son duo who stopped to chat a bit and allowed me to use their images on the rails to trails page., where there is still time to pledge to ride and be entered to win a new bike.
My ride was a 12 mile slog through the windy coastal towns of Fairhaven and Mattapoisett MA. After spending a week in Austin, TX the change in the weather here was akin to a cold shower. Today was also day 16 of 30 days of biking.
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I got the Felt road bike all spiffed up for the first road ride of the year. Twenty five miles on the back roads of Southeastern Massachusetts. CLICK HERE to see the map. The winter riding is pretty much easy spins around town. The rest of the year sees those rides but also medium and high mile road rides. These are put the camera away serious rides to build up strength and stamina for the events and bike tours that are on the schedule throughout the summer.
There were a few others out on this very popular bike area. Some roadies, a couple of mothers with their child and what looked like the tail end of a club ride. Twenty five miles at a moderate pace was a nice start to the season.
It was getting late for a bike ride. After 1 PM and I wanted to do the 30 mile loop. But I really didn’t feel like it. Standing in my garage, dressed for a ride, staring at three bikes. I felt like one of those couples on the HGTV show House Hunters. I eliminated the touring bike by hanging it up for the winter. That left the road bike and the commuter. I finally grabbed the Felt road bike, put on the roadie shoes and off I went.
I met a regular young walker on the MUP stopped to say hello for a few seconds and began to ride away. He began to walk faster then jog to keep pace.
“Are you trying to keep up with me” I asked.
“As long as I can” was his response.
“Good luck with that” I quipped as I quickly accelerated to 19 MPH on this flat stretch of blacktop.
During the first part of the ride I couldn’t shake the desire to take one of the many bail out option on this route. Eventually I slipped into the riding zone and before I knew it passed the point of no return. Meaning there were no more side roads to shorten the route.
Because of the late start, I rode past one of the local high schools at dismissal time. I was also riding west into the low sun. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there were lines of high school drivers texting while also being blinded by the low sun behind me. I found a place to get off the narrow country road to let the traffic settle down.
The car traffic ended and the yellow buses began to make their way toward me from the school. I began riding thinking the school bus drivers would be a safe bet as they passed giving me plenty of room. Think again big guy. The buses were traveling faster than the kids in cars and the 50 something male drivers had fire in their eyes as they passed. A couple very close I might add. I again pulled off to the side to let the remaining buses go by.
From then on it was clear sailing to the country store. It’s a stop I always make if for no other reason, because it’s there. A woman inside asked if I was running when she saw my get up. “Riding a bike” I said. “Oh, that’s even colder”. It was chilly, which is different from cold. 45 degrees chilly. I mentioned I only had 8 or 9 miles to go and then she asked how many I had done. When I said around 20 her eyes bugged out. I used to think 30 miles was a massive amount to ride a bike in one day. Now, it’s a decent ride.
Near the end of the ride, I noticed a rider approaching. As the rider got close I realized it was one of our group riders, whom I hadn’t seen in a while. As we crossed paths I stopped and yelled “JUNE, howahyah”. I got a soft hi John back as she rode toward the setting sun. I think June hates me.
Just a couple of things to end this post. The road that had collapsed because of the water passing under through the pipe way that was built of brick and stone sometime in the 40’s, is almost complete. It looks like all that’s left is the blacktop.
Lastly. If your ankle strap that keeps your pants from getting caught in you chain come off on a country road some day and you turn back to retrieve it. Keep one thing in mind. When you unclip you right shoe, make sure you lean to the right when the bike stops rolling. Don’t lean left. OK. Now turn up the volume and put on your dancing shoes.