Last night was the annual South Coast Bikeway Summit in New Bedford, MA. I was asked to lead a ride for those who wanted to bike to the “bike summit”. This is my third year volunteering to do this ride. No one has ever shown up to ride with me. I got a few e-mails asking about the route and times. It was a beautiful late afternoon to ride. 38F, no wind and sunny at the 4:30 PM start. The temperature promised to hold and the wind had no intent on picking up before the 7:30 PM return ride. With all that, I wondered, “will anyone show besides Geoff?” No one did. Geoff was there, but we did not see each other before I rode off. He did call me and we were able to hook up about a mile down the road.
It was a really nice ride that took us over the new elevated walk/bike way built on top of the hurricane barrier at West Beach. The return night ride took us over the walk/bike way on East Beach. (Fort Rodman is at the point of the New Bedford peninsula that in my soccer pre season training days was a very pretty four mile loop along Buzzard’s Bay and Clark’s Cove).
I wasn’t going to bike commute today for a couple of reasons but those are moot because I ended up riding. Withing a few hundred feet of the ride, I knew this was going to be a video bonanza. I couldn’t help but think of how many times people who don’t walk or bike miss the things I saw today.
I got my 9 mile work commute after spending time at the fitness center and eating a healthy breakfast. It got easy to not weigh myself and how that happened is beyond me. I’m really hoping for a surprising (to the good) result on Monday when I step on the scale.
Today’s video is an early morning bike commute into the city while the fog was just starting to life. As I approached the bridge, a fishing boat was just entering the harbor and the freighter across the river was just beginning to emerge out of the fog. Also a couple of shots of my peeps, the Salvation Army Bell Ringers.
Over the next two days I’m going to try to get them to do a mannequin challenge. The big challenge is going to be trying to get all of them to be still for 30 seconds.
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:
Yesterday I called the hills on our Wednesday Night Ramble Goldilocks hills. Not too steep, not too flat. My legs told me a different story overnight and this morning. An easy spin or recovery ride is a standard remedy for those aching muscles. I planned on one of those easy, short recovery rides. I ended up doing 25 miles, but it took over 3 hours with all the stops for photos, taking to friends, stopping for coffee, stopping for no reason. It was a good day to ride a bike.
Day 29 of 30 Days of Biking was a 17.5 mile loop on a sunny, cool, windy day.
I got the Novara Randonee bike all tuned up for NYC tomorrow and took it out for a shakedown ride. Everything is working fine and after eight years, I finally decided to adjust my saddle to eliminate the problems the pressure caused. It took that long because this is primarily my touring bike. During and after every tour I promised myself to adjust the seat. I always forgot about it till the next tour. After taking it our for a test run last week, I was determined to fix the thing. You can’t imaging how painful things became trying to relieve myself. It always turning into a scream. All is good now.
The ride took me into the city (New Bedford, Ma), around the peninsular and into the old Army Base name Fort Rodman. I stopped by the military museum and the old Fort within a fort, Fort Taber.
A stiff ocean breeze kept the temps in the low 50’s but the wind was at my back for the return leg of the ride. The beaches were deserted except for a lone man hunting for treasures.
Treasure hunting on the beach.
Rain is in the forecast for Sunday’s ride but for now it looks to be off and on showers. We can live with that. My last day of 30 days of biking is very likely to be a lap around the parking lot in Staten Island tomorrow. Fortunately there is no minimum distance in the rules. Thirty days of riding is a done deal and Sunday begins “The National Bike Challenge“. My hometown of Fairhaven, MA will be out to regain our spot as the winner in the local challenge that we lost last year to our Neighbors in Mattapoisett, MA. I’m pretty sure we got this.
Butler’s Flats lighthouse
East Rodney French Blvd. New Bedford, Ma
In the flood zone?
Entrance to elevated walk/bikeway
A view from the top of the bikeway. New Bedford, MA
Sunday yoga. A direct ride is around 4 miles. I decided to take the long way which is a 15 mile ride through four towns. The wind was my nemesis and I had thoughts of not making it to class. I had to push myself but in the end I was only a couple of minutes late.
The route in the city (New Bedford, MA) was a completely new riding experience for me. I had to make a right turn and climb a hill to get to class. I had choices of which street to climb. Every time I looked up, I rode on. I ran out of options and had to climb this last chance street to get to the top of the city. It was so tough that I gasped up the hill. There was a car backing out of a driveway but I didn’t stop for him, I just went around. He passed me and took a left at the top and stopped. I came upon him and rode around on the drivers side. He had stopped to let another car back out of a driveway and do a three point turn. I heard him slow as he began to pass and was expecting a tongue lashing. I looked and saw his passenger window roll down. Here it comes I though. “Your the man” he said. “Your the only biker I have seen ride up that hill. Even the kids get off and walk their bikes.” I wanted to respond but I had no breath in me to say anything. I just gave him a thumbs up and put my hand on my heart and took a deep breath. I’m da man. Nice
Tonight is date night and wifey and I have tickets at the Z to the Gypsy Kings concert. Another nice.