Okay, I am terrible and it's a proven fact that Polly hates me. I haven't blogged since the derby. So, in an effort to minimize the terribleness, I would like to tell you about three recent cycling adventures involving me and the littlies.
Ride one: 4th of July weekend. Ned, Hootie and I decided to check out the Devens route. 
Hootie mapped out about 42 miles worth. Basically, it was the last two thirds of the ride. It was a lovely ride-very scenic. The weather was in the 70's and mostly overcast...perfect for riding. Some highlights: Ned's new gear, alpaccas, parade in Peperell, minimal traffic and "Balls bluff". Overall, it was not as hard as we thought it would be--there were 
some hills, mostly 
they were okay, but there was a tough six-mile stretch about ten miles from the end of the route that was hill after hill. Neddie breezed through it whilst Hootie and I were sucking wind. (If I could breathe I would have cried...just kidding...not really...)
Ride one: 4th of July weekend. Ned, Hootie and I decided to check out the Devens route. 
Hootie mapped out about 42 miles worth. Basically, it was the last two thirds of the ride. It was a lovely ride-very scenic. The weather was in the 70's and mostly overcast...perfect for riding. Some highlights: Ned's new gear, alpaccas, parade in Peperell, minimal traffic and "Balls bluff". Overall, it was not as hard as we thought it would be--there were 
some hills, mostly 
they were okay, but there was a tough six-mile stretch about ten miles from the end of the route that was hill after hill. Neddie breezed through it whilst Hootie and I were sucking wind. (If I could breathe I would have cried...just kidding...not really...)Ride two: Last Sunday. Marge, Hootie and I hitched up the covered wagons and headed North to 
Newburyport for a seaside cycling adventure. This was a 43-miler, but it felt like more with the cross winds. It took us about 4hrs... allowing me to listen to the Sox game for the entire ride (we won, btw). 
Highlights and pitfalls: pretty marshes, Rte 1 A bridge was out---whoops detour onto terrible Rte 1, black flies a bitin', Little Neck in Ipswich--so cute; Hootie and Marge put their tootsies in the water, Hootie got stung by a bee and Marge and me provid
ed emergency roadside medical care, another bridge out on Dodge Rd--this time we just picked up our bikes and climbed over it
, made it back to our friend Mike's house in time for a victory beer (Blue Moon w/lemon) and then off to Woodman's Clam Shack in Essex where we ate our weight (and then some) in seafood and ice cream...
Newburyport for a seaside cycling adventure. This was a 43-miler, but it felt like more with the cross winds. It took us about 4hrs... allowing me to listen to the Sox game for the entire ride (we won, btw). 
Highlights and pitfalls: pretty marshes, Rte 1 A bridge was out---whoops detour onto terrible Rte 1, black flies a bitin', Little Neck in Ipswich--so cute; Hootie and Marge put their tootsies in the water, Hootie got stung by a bee and Marge and me provid
ed emergency roadside medical care, another bridge out on Dodge Rd--this time we just picked up our bikes and climbed over it
, made it back to our friend Mike's house in time for a victory beer (Blue Moon w/lemon) and then off to Woodman's Clam Shack in Essex where we ate our weight (and then some) in seafood and ice cream...
Ride three: Yesterday. Hootie and I played hookie and got a morning ride in to beat the heat. 41 mile loop 
from our house through Lincoln, Concord, Carlisle, Billerica (home of the Mikeys), Bedford and Arlington. This was a great ride---lots of great scenery, well paved roads (well...until Billerica) and not alot of cars. We ended on the minuteman bike path. Sorry no pics from this one...but it was a beauty!
from our house through Lincoln, Concord, Carlisle, Billerica (home of the Mikeys), Bedford and Arlington. This was a great ride---lots of great scenery, well paved roads (well...until Billerica) and not alot of cars. We ended on the minuteman bike path. Sorry no pics from this one...but it was a beauty!In sum, the above evidence clearly indicates that I am terrible, and in fact, hated by Polly. 
Hootie and I have logged a little under 400 miles---so we are no where close to you 700 clubbers, but we feel good going into the ride. (the jet packs will really help)
p.s. S & W Sports can suck it because we are going to blow past the $10,000 mark in no time!!!
GO TEAM CHARLIE!!!
5 comments:
Let's see, you portage with a canoe. What do you call it when you have to cross something carrying your bike?
We have found that swearing is more effective than crying for those hills.
but that also involves breathing...
crying involves more breathing than swearing. oh, and nan: fording? pulling a st. christofer?
Ah yes, I believe St. Christopher is the patron saint of carrying your bike across a bridge that is out. At least I'm pretty sure...
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