The title of this blog is a text I got from John after a more ominous and threatening message that read:
"blog or no sandals"
I told John that after reading his last two posts I couldn't possibly blog ever again...anywhere on the internet. Well, it wasn't that dramatic, but you get the idea. Anyway, John inspired me with his words of encouragement about Gehrig and Ruth and then Meagan kept badgering me to blog as well, so here I am blogging to close out the trip...A week later.
The last day was pretty humdrum in comparison to the other days. Meagan's knee was still bothering her and she joined us about 12 miles in at the beginning of the Boston Marathon Route for the remaining 25+ miles. The start of the ride was hilly, but not asskicking hilly...With the only exception being one hill on Main St. in Hopkinton in which I unsuccessfully tried to goose John, bumped into his tire causing him to lose momentum and forcing him to walk up the hill (I made it to the top...I apologized to him afterwards).
The Marathon route consisted of a beer at the Happy Swallow, a delightful lunch and one final (albeit incomplete) game of "I Went to Fenway Pahk"...I can't remember the whole thing, but there was an Ahdvahk (like an anteater), My Brother Tawmmy, The Green Mawnsta, Ice Cream Bahs, Those Damn Red Sawks, Manny Hair, A Friggin Sweet Hat and most importantly, Timy brought
THE HURT!
This game helped to distract us for a good portion of the ride, although I'm sure the fact that it was the last day was always in the back of all of our minds. But it wasn't until we saw the Citgo sign by Fenway that it dawned on me that we had actually done it...We had completed the ride...Or had we?
That's right loyal readers (aka Mrs. Letson)...Although we did indeed make it from Point A (Yankee Stadium) to Point B (Fenway), did we actual COMPLETE the ride? The answer is, no...We didn't. And in fact, nobody has!!
That's right...NOBODY. Sorry Liz...Sorry Bea...But it's a fact. Yes, mileage-wise MAYBE the two of you did, BUT...Not a single rider over the last two years has rode his or her bike from the starting point of every day to the end point of every day. I know I got us lost on day one last year, and I still feel bad but we didn't finish the day.
Don't get me wrong...There's no better feeling in the world on the ride then getting to Fenway and placing your hand on that rollup garage door. At the same time, what we accomplished is not diminished by the fact that we did not ride the entire route. It is still a tremendous feat of skill, strength and will.
What does it mean?
Simple...We have to do it again.
As I said last year, and ad nauseum this year, everything happens for a reason...So the cab rides each of the last two years were unavoidable...The results of our decisions AND events beyond our control. If we're determined to finish this ride, we'll do it again. Unlike last year, I'm not hesitant to commit to the ride again a week after having finished it. I would gladly do it again, and fully intend to if there is a willing contingent of riders with whom to take the journey.
In the interim, I'll prepare myself and hope for the best.
I had a blast this year and shared some great experiences with some really amazing people and I loved every minute of it...EVERY minute of it...The good, the bad AND the ugly. Until next year sports fans...Or maybe if I post once more...
So it goes...
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
"Welcome to the Audi Club"
Over the past few months there have been reviews of the New Stadium by papers, magazines, current and former players,T.V. stations, and countless bloggers. This isnt about the Stadium but about my family.
My Aunt Judy was a season tickt holder since the early 70s. After Pa, I would say that she is the biggest Yankee fan in the family. Her seats were simply amazing. Overlooking the Yankees batter box you were so close you could see individual sweat drops beading down Giambi's neck. I have gotten to go to some games with my cousin Mary or my Aunt, and I will never forget them. When the new Stadium plans came out, the Yankees left her and many other fans in the dark. Her seats were no longer affordable. After over 30 years of loyal patronage, no bargain, no discount, no nothing. Out in the cold, to make room for corporate sponers and company seats. When I hear about the empty seats in first rows of the Stadium, I think serves them right. They boxed out good people, and kharma is a bitch.
My Aunt was diagnosed with brain cancer last fall. I found out shortly after I moved up to Boston and started working at the Middle School. I was floored, and a million thoughts rushed through my head. I never felt so far from home in my life. In the past, I felt that I had always been able to step up to the plate when the family needed me, now it was as if I was useless.
The next few weekends I drove down from Boston to home on a regular basis. I went to the hospital, baby sat, and did whatever I could to try and help. The Yanks were out of the play off race, letting her down again. She was to sick to make it to the last game at the Stadium, and most of my family had no intrest in watching it anyway. (I think the tickets are still in her house)
I am happy to say that she has rebounded, and was strong enough to make it to Opening Day at the New Stadium. I do not know if it was irony or fate, but she has been getting treatment at Sloan Kettering, a charity that we gave money to last year. The people at Sloan are really exceptional, and for me the trip now meant more to me.
As Judy, myslf, my cousin Nicky, and his son Luca, walked into the Great Hall before the game there was a Dinseyesque atmosphere to the place. Sox and Yanks fans milled around gazing at the banners of Yankee greats, or stared at the jumbo tron showing batting practice. Sons and fathers posed under signs, as we headed towards our seats. Seeing my cousin with his son on his shoulders made me so happy. Luca was taking it all in, excited to see Derek Jeter, and more excited about his new shirt. He called the Yankees his team, and I hope it stays that way.
The seats were given to my Aunt by her friend Billy. Billy had reserved seats in the Audi Club for the four of us for 7. Judy said we would go up after the first inning. Walking around the Stadium, I could see the old one out of the corner of my eye. It was covered in a black screen, in preperation for the dismantling, it looked like it was wearing a mourning veil.
My Aunt and I attempted to make it to the Yankee Museum and were greeted by a 90 minute wait. She was willing to stick it out, but I was not. Im not going to make her stand there and miss the first few innings.
After a very quick first inning, we went to the Audi Club. A private elevator and an air conditioned lobby greeted us. Inside the lobby was a statue of George M. Steinbrenner III, sternly guarding the entrance way. I laughed out loud, as I passed the Boss and was greeted by an elevator operator. Judy and I then went to the Audi Club, and were given a warm reception.
The seats were plush, and we found a view with several flatsreens on the wall. Nicky and Luca came up a few minutes after us, and I could tell by Nicky's eyes that he did not want to stick around. Luca could not sit still, and thought that he would not get his seat by the field back, so Nicky went back to the seats. I was staying, I saw that there was sushi.
A whole dinner table filled with sushi. Rows and rows of beatiful looking tuna, slamon, shrimp, and California rolls waiting for me. Now, I did not know that the sushi was not self serve, so I walked over with my plate and started filling my plate as if I had just escaped a famined nation, I was approached by a server who loudly told me, "hey! You have to get served You can't touch the fish." I quickly said I was sorry, and saw that only five people were staring at me shaking their heads. So it could have been worse. By the third time I made it up to the sushi, the server was my buddy and hooked it up.
Judy looked relaxed and seemed to enjoy the a/c and the comfy seat. On her plate was some leftover Yankee potroast sliders and a piece of dessert. She encouraged me to eat more, which I olbliged. (Hey, you got to get your money's worth"
Around the fifth inning (don't judge me) we made it back to our seats. With my mercury level probably at an unhealthy level and my stomach filled with filet mignon I limped along my aunt, perfectly content. Then, I saw the black veil, and I felt so guilty. I was a bleacher guy at the Old Stadium, and here I was fresh from the Audi Club. I felt like Fredo being confronted by Michael, I did something wrong and was caught, the boat ride could not have been to far off.
Back at the seats Judy and I heckled the Sox players. She agreed that Pedroia looked like a smug asshole in his picture on the big screen. She also said that Youk looked like a child molestor. I told her about Varitek and the affaisr he had with the woman from NESN, that was interesting to her. Oh, and three rows in front of me, Stephen Colbert. Yeah, from the Report. He drank Bud Light, has two young sons, and a daughter, probably in high school. He sang God Bless America, wears Gap Jeans, and has an iPhone, with a Star Wars Storm Trooper decal on the back. No, I didn't yell his name but I did make him laugh with my heckling.
We left at the top of the 8th one of the greatest and longest games between the Sox and Yanks. *Hey, Luca is 3. If it was up to me, we would have stayed until the 15th, and he could have napped in the chair. I watched the rest of the game in my recliner at home, thanking God I saved my ticket.
In one of my classes this summer, an assignment was to use clay and create a memorial for anything we wanted. We had about 45 minutes, and were supposed to write on a piece of paper a brief description of what it meant. I am far from artistic, and my abilities range from stick figures to drawing Garfield. I did know what I wanted, and now I wish I took a picture but I will desribe it.
It was a baseball diamond, complete with foul poles. On first base, was what was supposed to be a wooden chair. On second base there was a more modern looking chair. Third base had a bench on it, and home plate was left alone.
One the card was my description:
Yankee Stadium 1923-2008
Three Generations of Yankee Fans
First Base: "The Old Stadium"
My Grandfather was the first Yankee fan in my family. He went there to watch his favorite player Joe DiMaggio play. He is the one who started it all
Second Base: "The Bronx Zoo"
My mom went to the games in the 1970s during the heyday of the "Bronx Zoo". She watched Guidry pitch, and Munson catch. She continued the flame
Third Base "The Bleachers"
I love the bleachers, and spent most of the games that I could afford out there. I took my sisters to their first game in the left field bleachers, and got a package deal for the Last Season.
Yankee Stadium had entertained, intimidated, thrilled, dissapointed, and exhilerated three generations of my family. We all could count on sharing that one common experience of a Yankee game as if it was one of the Sacrements of growing up. For that, I am eternally grateful for but also sorry for. My children and grandchildren will only know about the "House that Ruth Built" from stories and photgraphs. Like love one that has passed away, the experiences at the Stadium become somthing larger then life. The Yankees have been apart of my family since my grandfather was a small child in Little Italy, and will continue to be as his grandchildren grow up and have families of their own.
My Aunt Judy was a season tickt holder since the early 70s. After Pa, I would say that she is the biggest Yankee fan in the family. Her seats were simply amazing. Overlooking the Yankees batter box you were so close you could see individual sweat drops beading down Giambi's neck. I have gotten to go to some games with my cousin Mary or my Aunt, and I will never forget them. When the new Stadium plans came out, the Yankees left her and many other fans in the dark. Her seats were no longer affordable. After over 30 years of loyal patronage, no bargain, no discount, no nothing. Out in the cold, to make room for corporate sponers and company seats. When I hear about the empty seats in first rows of the Stadium, I think serves them right. They boxed out good people, and kharma is a bitch.
My Aunt was diagnosed with brain cancer last fall. I found out shortly after I moved up to Boston and started working at the Middle School. I was floored, and a million thoughts rushed through my head. I never felt so far from home in my life. In the past, I felt that I had always been able to step up to the plate when the family needed me, now it was as if I was useless.
The next few weekends I drove down from Boston to home on a regular basis. I went to the hospital, baby sat, and did whatever I could to try and help. The Yanks were out of the play off race, letting her down again. She was to sick to make it to the last game at the Stadium, and most of my family had no intrest in watching it anyway. (I think the tickets are still in her house)
I am happy to say that she has rebounded, and was strong enough to make it to Opening Day at the New Stadium. I do not know if it was irony or fate, but she has been getting treatment at Sloan Kettering, a charity that we gave money to last year. The people at Sloan are really exceptional, and for me the trip now meant more to me.
As Judy, myslf, my cousin Nicky, and his son Luca, walked into the Great Hall before the game there was a Dinseyesque atmosphere to the place. Sox and Yanks fans milled around gazing at the banners of Yankee greats, or stared at the jumbo tron showing batting practice. Sons and fathers posed under signs, as we headed towards our seats. Seeing my cousin with his son on his shoulders made me so happy. Luca was taking it all in, excited to see Derek Jeter, and more excited about his new shirt. He called the Yankees his team, and I hope it stays that way.
The seats were given to my Aunt by her friend Billy. Billy had reserved seats in the Audi Club for the four of us for 7. Judy said we would go up after the first inning. Walking around the Stadium, I could see the old one out of the corner of my eye. It was covered in a black screen, in preperation for the dismantling, it looked like it was wearing a mourning veil.
My Aunt and I attempted to make it to the Yankee Museum and were greeted by a 90 minute wait. She was willing to stick it out, but I was not. Im not going to make her stand there and miss the first few innings.
After a very quick first inning, we went to the Audi Club. A private elevator and an air conditioned lobby greeted us. Inside the lobby was a statue of George M. Steinbrenner III, sternly guarding the entrance way. I laughed out loud, as I passed the Boss and was greeted by an elevator operator. Judy and I then went to the Audi Club, and were given a warm reception.
The seats were plush, and we found a view with several flatsreens on the wall. Nicky and Luca came up a few minutes after us, and I could tell by Nicky's eyes that he did not want to stick around. Luca could not sit still, and thought that he would not get his seat by the field back, so Nicky went back to the seats. I was staying, I saw that there was sushi.
A whole dinner table filled with sushi. Rows and rows of beatiful looking tuna, slamon, shrimp, and California rolls waiting for me. Now, I did not know that the sushi was not self serve, so I walked over with my plate and started filling my plate as if I had just escaped a famined nation, I was approached by a server who loudly told me, "hey! You have to get served You can't touch the fish." I quickly said I was sorry, and saw that only five people were staring at me shaking their heads. So it could have been worse. By the third time I made it up to the sushi, the server was my buddy and hooked it up.
Judy looked relaxed and seemed to enjoy the a/c and the comfy seat. On her plate was some leftover Yankee potroast sliders and a piece of dessert. She encouraged me to eat more, which I olbliged. (Hey, you got to get your money's worth"
Around the fifth inning (don't judge me) we made it back to our seats. With my mercury level probably at an unhealthy level and my stomach filled with filet mignon I limped along my aunt, perfectly content. Then, I saw the black veil, and I felt so guilty. I was a bleacher guy at the Old Stadium, and here I was fresh from the Audi Club. I felt like Fredo being confronted by Michael, I did something wrong and was caught, the boat ride could not have been to far off.
Back at the seats Judy and I heckled the Sox players. She agreed that Pedroia looked like a smug asshole in his picture on the big screen. She also said that Youk looked like a child molestor. I told her about Varitek and the affaisr he had with the woman from NESN, that was interesting to her. Oh, and three rows in front of me, Stephen Colbert. Yeah, from the Report. He drank Bud Light, has two young sons, and a daughter, probably in high school. He sang God Bless America, wears Gap Jeans, and has an iPhone, with a Star Wars Storm Trooper decal on the back. No, I didn't yell his name but I did make him laugh with my heckling.
We left at the top of the 8th one of the greatest and longest games between the Sox and Yanks. *Hey, Luca is 3. If it was up to me, we would have stayed until the 15th, and he could have napped in the chair. I watched the rest of the game in my recliner at home, thanking God I saved my ticket.
In one of my classes this summer, an assignment was to use clay and create a memorial for anything we wanted. We had about 45 minutes, and were supposed to write on a piece of paper a brief description of what it meant. I am far from artistic, and my abilities range from stick figures to drawing Garfield. I did know what I wanted, and now I wish I took a picture but I will desribe it.
It was a baseball diamond, complete with foul poles. On first base, was what was supposed to be a wooden chair. On second base there was a more modern looking chair. Third base had a bench on it, and home plate was left alone.
One the card was my description:
Yankee Stadium 1923-2008
Three Generations of Yankee Fans
First Base: "The Old Stadium"
My Grandfather was the first Yankee fan in my family. He went there to watch his favorite player Joe DiMaggio play. He is the one who started it all
Second Base: "The Bronx Zoo"
My mom went to the games in the 1970s during the heyday of the "Bronx Zoo". She watched Guidry pitch, and Munson catch. She continued the flame
Third Base "The Bleachers"
I love the bleachers, and spent most of the games that I could afford out there. I took my sisters to their first game in the left field bleachers, and got a package deal for the Last Season.
Yankee Stadium had entertained, intimidated, thrilled, dissapointed, and exhilerated three generations of my family. We all could count on sharing that one common experience of a Yankee game as if it was one of the Sacrements of growing up. For that, I am eternally grateful for but also sorry for. My children and grandchildren will only know about the "House that Ruth Built" from stories and photgraphs. Like love one that has passed away, the experiences at the Stadium become somthing larger then life. The Yankees have been apart of my family since my grandfather was a small child in Little Italy, and will continue to be as his grandchildren grow up and have families of their own.
"We've come a long long way together, through the hard times and the good..."
*I have one more post about my trip to the new Stadium for later*
Driving back from Boston Saturday morning we listened to the 90's station on Sirius in Meg Mac's car. We heard some great tunes, some that reminded me of awkward dances in 7th and 8th grade, or driving in my friends car in high school. The card ride turned into a mini dance party as we drove went up hills that did not require third gear, a nice change of pace. As my hangover gradually dissipated (those Cliff Bar shots found a new purpose) Fat Boy Slim came on and I thought about how fortunate I really was.
So that being said, to all my Riding the Rivalry friends and family, I have to priase you like I should.
Billy Quinn you are a great friend, and I missed your sense of humor on this trip. Thanks for the pep text messages this year, and our "Magic Bus" ride into the BX this year. I hope your on the trip next year, and that the Mets don't give you any more headaches this year.
Bea I feel awful that I missed you while you were up in Boston, and hope we can meet up later in the year. You set the blog up, so all those reading this owe you some thanks. If it wasn't for you, we never would have finished last year, and this trip would not have occurred. You are a stand up guy Alex, and a great friend.
Elizabeth I know that you really wanted to make the trip this year and I am sorry I had to switch the dates. Not many people would drive two and a half hours from work to cook for four sweaty cyclists, let alone wake up extra early to drive back the next day. You not only listen to my crazy ideas but you encourage them and for that, I am very blessed.
Timy you made my fake I.D. college, and since that day my bank account has been hurting. That bike trail day is my favorite day of the trip and you made that happen. I could not have finished the trip without you this year. You owned those hills on the last day and should be very proud of yourself for that. If there was a "Big Man" award for the trip you earned it.
Meg Mac you smiled every day this trip. (It might have been a grimace from the pain a few times) I do not know a single person who could be smiling after taking on some of those hills but you did it. Thanks for bringing a great attitude on this trip, it was contagious. Without your constant picture taking, God only knows what moments would have been missed. I also hope that you enjoyed my rendition of "Delirious Love" for you and Billy.
Billy Corrao I never had an older brother, but you are definitely the closest thing have ever had to one. From the Hot Dog Quest, to the tuxedos at work you were always with me on harebrained schemes and the outrageous. I have always respected your ideas on teaching and opinions. Thanks for the prayers each morning and for providing stability. You have always been a great friend, no homo.
Tim Donovan drove out of his way to pick us up in Spencer when things got rough. The incredible thing is, this is a typical Tim Donovan move. He would give you the shirt off of his back, and the whiskey out of his glass if you asked for it. Thanks for throwing us a great BBQ in Shrewsbury and for your hospitality.
Rod Lucia thanks for all the advice and help you gave me with the bike. I appreciate your knowledge and patience with me. Sue thanks for reading the blog and being such a big help these past few years. You are both really incredible people
Letson family there are not enough words to describe your graciousness. Every time I go to your house I feel welcome and relaxed. Mrs. Letson thanks for that lovely comment earlier, it meant a great deal to me.
Jean and Joe I know that you have both never read this blog, and Jean you probably will never turn on the computer but, you both deserved to be mentioned. My parents are some of the hardest working people I have ever met and I admire them for their work ethic and commitments. There were times when I did not do my best or live up to their expectations and I know that I still did not let them down. I know that if I didn't finish the ride they would be there to support me and not judge me, and that why I never could quit. They called me every day, and my mom always wanted to be sure that I ate enough. When we ate at the Little Red Riding Hood store in Mass, there was a sign that said, "God's Greatest Gift is Family" and I cant think of a better way to end this post.
Driving back from Boston Saturday morning we listened to the 90's station on Sirius in Meg Mac's car. We heard some great tunes, some that reminded me of awkward dances in 7th and 8th grade, or driving in my friends car in high school. The card ride turned into a mini dance party as we drove went up hills that did not require third gear, a nice change of pace. As my hangover gradually dissipated (those Cliff Bar shots found a new purpose) Fat Boy Slim came on and I thought about how fortunate I really was.
So that being said, to all my Riding the Rivalry friends and family, I have to priase you like I should.
Billy Quinn you are a great friend, and I missed your sense of humor on this trip. Thanks for the pep text messages this year, and our "Magic Bus" ride into the BX this year. I hope your on the trip next year, and that the Mets don't give you any more headaches this year.
Bea I feel awful that I missed you while you were up in Boston, and hope we can meet up later in the year. You set the blog up, so all those reading this owe you some thanks. If it wasn't for you, we never would have finished last year, and this trip would not have occurred. You are a stand up guy Alex, and a great friend.
Elizabeth I know that you really wanted to make the trip this year and I am sorry I had to switch the dates. Not many people would drive two and a half hours from work to cook for four sweaty cyclists, let alone wake up extra early to drive back the next day. You not only listen to my crazy ideas but you encourage them and for that, I am very blessed.
Timy you made my fake I.D. college, and since that day my bank account has been hurting. That bike trail day is my favorite day of the trip and you made that happen. I could not have finished the trip without you this year. You owned those hills on the last day and should be very proud of yourself for that. If there was a "Big Man" award for the trip you earned it.
Meg Mac you smiled every day this trip. (It might have been a grimace from the pain a few times) I do not know a single person who could be smiling after taking on some of those hills but you did it. Thanks for bringing a great attitude on this trip, it was contagious. Without your constant picture taking, God only knows what moments would have been missed. I also hope that you enjoyed my rendition of "Delirious Love" for you and Billy.
Billy Corrao I never had an older brother, but you are definitely the closest thing have ever had to one. From the Hot Dog Quest, to the tuxedos at work you were always with me on harebrained schemes and the outrageous. I have always respected your ideas on teaching and opinions. Thanks for the prayers each morning and for providing stability. You have always been a great friend, no homo.
Tim Donovan drove out of his way to pick us up in Spencer when things got rough. The incredible thing is, this is a typical Tim Donovan move. He would give you the shirt off of his back, and the whiskey out of his glass if you asked for it. Thanks for throwing us a great BBQ in Shrewsbury and for your hospitality.
Rod Lucia thanks for all the advice and help you gave me with the bike. I appreciate your knowledge and patience with me. Sue thanks for reading the blog and being such a big help these past few years. You are both really incredible people
Letson family there are not enough words to describe your graciousness. Every time I go to your house I feel welcome and relaxed. Mrs. Letson thanks for that lovely comment earlier, it meant a great deal to me.
Jean and Joe I know that you have both never read this blog, and Jean you probably will never turn on the computer but, you both deserved to be mentioned. My parents are some of the hardest working people I have ever met and I admire them for their work ethic and commitments. There were times when I did not do my best or live up to their expectations and I know that I still did not let them down. I know that if I didn't finish the ride they would be there to support me and not judge me, and that why I never could quit. They called me every day, and my mom always wanted to be sure that I ate enough. When we ate at the Little Red Riding Hood store in Mass, there was a sign that said, "God's Greatest Gift is Family" and I cant think of a better way to end this post.
Friday, August 7, 2009
The remaining three (days)
Well, as you all know, the 2009 rivalry ride has officially come to an end. But since I might be de-friended by John (in life, not just on facebook) if I didn't blog about every single day of my journey, here comes the recap...
Day #5
Was probably my favorite day as far as scenery goes. We jumped on some bike paths for majority of the day. These babies were relativel flat, quiet and not crowded. They also traveled across bridges, alongside rivers and streams, and under towering trees. It was beautiful! But even better than the ambiance (pronounced aaahhhhmbioonce) was our two games of going-on-a-picnic played during our travels. Apparently we plan to bring a lot of unnecessary items on our picnics, so please see WJC's post for a full recap.
We stumbled across a minor road block (literally) when a section of the bike path was being repaved. We were definitely yelled at by a backhoe operator, but also managed to make friends with a shirt-less, spandex-wearing native gentleman who uninvitingly joined our journey for several miles. However his random conversation definitely made it worthwhile.
We also stopped at a cute little coffeeshop where I schooled Will.i.am. in checkers while Timy taught John the fundamentals of abacus (definition: also called a counting frame, it is a calculating tool used primarily in parts of Asia for performing arithmetic processes).
On a personal note, about 3/4ths into the ride my right knee started aching. It felt like I was developing possible tendonitis or ITB syndrome, but it could also be residual pains from an old college injury (no comments if you witnessed this injury first hand at QU circa 2005. Yes it was at the 80's party and involved frozen hotpockets. No I will not give more details.) But I managed to tough out the rest of the ride, and treated myself with some good food (Thanks Liz!!!), good wine, and an excellent albeit painful massage later that night.
Day #6
Was my let-down day. First of all, I woke up with some pretty intense right knee pain. I thought it would have subsided with some rest and relaxation, but apparently wine really can't cure all things. Secondly I knew that this day would be the most demanding physically, with the highest mileage count and most intense hills of the entire trip. I was in pretty poor spirits from the start.
We attempted to make some breakfast, but quickly realized that we had no other ingredients besides two ripe tomatoes and a carton of eggs. So we put the eggs away, Johnny fed tomatoes to the wildlife, we followed an extensive to-do list for closing up shop at Aunt Debs, stretched some of our muscle pains away and got on our bikes to find food.
It was fate! John somehow managed to find the perfect breakfast spot- an All-Organic diner with fresh-squeezed juices, nationally recognized blueberry pancakes and all homemade muffins and breads. Does that have my name written all over it or what?! We made our way to the counter, ate a ridiculous amount of food, took some pictures of John's gigantic pancake (chocolate chip, not blueberry... and yes I ate half) and continued with the ride.
We got about 20 miles into it, when I started to really feel the hurt. Each pedal around felt like something was going to snap in my knee. Now I'm thinking this is NOT tendinitis... maybe I tore my meniscus? maybe I had a stress fracture from falling on the bike on day #2? (...and yes, the fact that I do this for a living wasn't helping the matter. Overanalyze is my middle name)
I got so far as a random trading post company when I physically couldn't go anymore. I was literally falling off the bike in pain. Billy, being the wonderful boyfriend/bikeride companion that he is, stayed with me through my struggles. We called about 15 cab companies but no one could accomodate our two bicycles. Finally after it stopped raining and I was able to rest for some time, I decided I could make it to the town where John and Tim were eating lunch. It took some time, but we did make it. When we arrived, I was lectured on the importance of 'safety first, safety always' by John, and how he and Billy both didn't want to be yelled at by my mom for permanent damage. We ate some lunch and attempted to continue the ride.
We made it so far as Spencer when we decided that I could definitely not continue because that would be stupid, and that even if they rode their fastest, they couldn't make it to our destination before nightfall. A lot of trial and error options were attempted, but ultimately Billy just bought a bike rack, Tim picked us up and drove us back to his parent's place. We ate some bbq (excellent veggie skewers by the way!), drank some burrs, listened to stories about Scott's best friends... and passed out.
Day #7
What a bittersweet day! I couldn't believe this day had finally come. I was still in a ridiculous amount of pain and after a brief test-ride in the morning, knew I couldn't make it the full distance. We planned it out that Tim would drive me to the starting line of the boston marathon route and the boys would ride the full distance. Since the marathon route had fewer hills we thought I might be able to handle it. And if not, it had a ton of opportunities for public transportation!
I played around in the public library for about 45 minutes until we all met up at the starting line. We all rode the last 25 miles together, definitely at a slower pace due to my bum leg... but nevertheless it was together. We made a few pit stops along the way- at the delicious Linden (sp?) deli where we finally had a real picnic under a tree (side note: we brought nothing of what we spoke of on day #6, besides lemonade-iced tea mix), at the Happy Swallow bar for some beers and keno, and a rousing game of "I'm goin' ta Fenway Paahhhk, and I'm gonnna bring..." en route (I'll let Billy blog the details.) It was a tough couple of hills at the end, and my left buttcheek was totally on fire... but we made it through.
We ended our trip just as we started- with a picture outside of the stadium each one with a hand touching the wall outside. Only this time we had a few more scrapes, bumps and bruises on our bodies. And courtesy of Johnnyboy, cups of Jamo in our hands for a celebratory cheers.
It was a LONG journey, but we did it. All four of us. Billy's Dasani bike. My stupid knee. John's cut up elbow and leg. and Tim's... well,.... Tim really didn't have anything wrong with him. haha. but in the end you kicked ass on those hills! So... good for you Tim!
I learned a lot about myself on this trip, but also I learned a lot about each of you... things I don't think I ever would have seen or experienced in any other setting.
This was an incredibly challenging journey- mentally, emotionally and of course physically. I'm happy to have shared in it with you three.
Day #5
Was probably my favorite day as far as scenery goes. We jumped on some bike paths for majority of the day. These babies were relativel flat, quiet and not crowded. They also traveled across bridges, alongside rivers and streams, and under towering trees. It was beautiful! But even better than the ambiance (pronounced aaahhhhmbioonce) was our two games of going-on-a-picnic played during our travels. Apparently we plan to bring a lot of unnecessary items on our picnics, so please see WJC's post for a full recap.
We stumbled across a minor road block (literally) when a section of the bike path was being repaved. We were definitely yelled at by a backhoe operator, but also managed to make friends with a shirt-less, spandex-wearing native gentleman who uninvitingly joined our journey for several miles. However his random conversation definitely made it worthwhile.
We also stopped at a cute little coffeeshop where I schooled Will.i.am. in checkers while Timy taught John the fundamentals of abacus (definition: also called a counting frame, it is a calculating tool used primarily in parts of Asia for performing arithmetic processes).
On a personal note, about 3/4ths into the ride my right knee started aching. It felt like I was developing possible tendonitis or ITB syndrome, but it could also be residual pains from an old college injury (no comments if you witnessed this injury first hand at QU circa 2005. Yes it was at the 80's party and involved frozen hotpockets. No I will not give more details.) But I managed to tough out the rest of the ride, and treated myself with some good food (Thanks Liz!!!), good wine, and an excellent albeit painful massage later that night.
Day #6
Was my let-down day. First of all, I woke up with some pretty intense right knee pain. I thought it would have subsided with some rest and relaxation, but apparently wine really can't cure all things. Secondly I knew that this day would be the most demanding physically, with the highest mileage count and most intense hills of the entire trip. I was in pretty poor spirits from the start.
We attempted to make some breakfast, but quickly realized that we had no other ingredients besides two ripe tomatoes and a carton of eggs. So we put the eggs away, Johnny fed tomatoes to the wildlife, we followed an extensive to-do list for closing up shop at Aunt Debs, stretched some of our muscle pains away and got on our bikes to find food.
It was fate! John somehow managed to find the perfect breakfast spot- an All-Organic diner with fresh-squeezed juices, nationally recognized blueberry pancakes and all homemade muffins and breads. Does that have my name written all over it or what?! We made our way to the counter, ate a ridiculous amount of food, took some pictures of John's gigantic pancake (chocolate chip, not blueberry... and yes I ate half) and continued with the ride.
We got about 20 miles into it, when I started to really feel the hurt. Each pedal around felt like something was going to snap in my knee. Now I'm thinking this is NOT tendinitis... maybe I tore my meniscus? maybe I had a stress fracture from falling on the bike on day #2? (...and yes, the fact that I do this for a living wasn't helping the matter. Overanalyze is my middle name)
I got so far as a random trading post company when I physically couldn't go anymore. I was literally falling off the bike in pain. Billy, being the wonderful boyfriend/bikeride companion that he is, stayed with me through my struggles. We called about 15 cab companies but no one could accomodate our two bicycles. Finally after it stopped raining and I was able to rest for some time, I decided I could make it to the town where John and Tim were eating lunch. It took some time, but we did make it. When we arrived, I was lectured on the importance of 'safety first, safety always' by John, and how he and Billy both didn't want to be yelled at by my mom for permanent damage. We ate some lunch and attempted to continue the ride.
We made it so far as Spencer when we decided that I could definitely not continue because that would be stupid, and that even if they rode their fastest, they couldn't make it to our destination before nightfall. A lot of trial and error options were attempted, but ultimately Billy just bought a bike rack, Tim picked us up and drove us back to his parent's place. We ate some bbq (excellent veggie skewers by the way!), drank some burrs, listened to stories about Scott's best friends... and passed out.
Day #7
What a bittersweet day! I couldn't believe this day had finally come. I was still in a ridiculous amount of pain and after a brief test-ride in the morning, knew I couldn't make it the full distance. We planned it out that Tim would drive me to the starting line of the boston marathon route and the boys would ride the full distance. Since the marathon route had fewer hills we thought I might be able to handle it. And if not, it had a ton of opportunities for public transportation!
I played around in the public library for about 45 minutes until we all met up at the starting line. We all rode the last 25 miles together, definitely at a slower pace due to my bum leg... but nevertheless it was together. We made a few pit stops along the way- at the delicious Linden (sp?) deli where we finally had a real picnic under a tree (side note: we brought nothing of what we spoke of on day #6, besides lemonade-iced tea mix), at the Happy Swallow bar for some beers and keno, and a rousing game of "I'm goin' ta Fenway Paahhhk, and I'm gonnna bring..." en route (I'll let Billy blog the details.) It was a tough couple of hills at the end, and my left buttcheek was totally on fire... but we made it through.
We ended our trip just as we started- with a picture outside of the stadium each one with a hand touching the wall outside. Only this time we had a few more scrapes, bumps and bruises on our bodies. And courtesy of Johnnyboy, cups of Jamo in our hands for a celebratory cheers.
It was a LONG journey, but we did it. All four of us. Billy's Dasani bike. My stupid knee. John's cut up elbow and leg. and Tim's... well,.... Tim really didn't have anything wrong with him. haha. but in the end you kicked ass on those hills! So... good for you Tim!
I learned a lot about myself on this trip, but also I learned a lot about each of you... things I don't think I ever would have seen or experienced in any other setting.
This was an incredibly challenging journey- mentally, emotionally and of course physically. I'm happy to have shared in it with you three.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
"I knew you were unathletic John, but Jesus F'n Chirst it's a bike...little kids ride them"
Words of Wisdom from Mr. Scott Semple, Attorney. He was enjoying the fact that I fell off of my bike twice today. The last time, was when I was peddling uphill in Spencer Mass, and just keeled over and, boom, I am on the ground with some of my upper body in the right lane. Timy, laughed and wondered out loud how that was possible. I do not know.
It is pathetic that I think about blog titles during the course of my day. One option was: "I hope you stay ahead of the weather." This was said by a kindly firefighter from Ware Mass, who filled up our water bottles today. He also said, "This is why I don't ride my bike." Which might have been the title at one point. Other potential titles were:
"He loves grass"
"These things happen Johnny"
"Sweet Emotion"
"Did you have a cannoli today?"
"Band on the run"
"Love your socks"
howver, the Coronas kicked in and that is what is sticking in my head right now. So there we are.
Today started out with me riding my bike in a button down Columbia shirt. The joke was how Billy was going to loosen up my buttons before the ride was out. I was sweaty, and regretting the shirt choice, but the thought of beers and friends in Shrewsbury kept me going. Also, this would be the hardest day for me of thr trip. once it was over, it would be smooth sailing for me, and I would finish. I didnt finish what I started last year, and I was so close to completing it.
It was not meant to be. There were other plans for us this afternoon. In Spencer, Meg had the brillant idea of renting a Uhaul to get us to Donny's. Uhaul was closed though. (Billy and I walked over to check it out.) For a college town, Worcestor could not provide us with a big enough cab for 4 people and 4 bikes. One cab company hung up on Billy, after the fact they guaranteed a ride for people with bikes earlier. I felt so lied to. I bet Po-town could have, nay, would have cam through. Timothy M. Donovan came to our rescue this afternoon and picked us up at the side of the road. Thankfully, we were across from a bike store and Billy purchased a bike rack so we (and out bikes) could arrive in Shrewsbury.
A BBQ soon followed. Beers, laughs, stories, and laughs all followed. I am a fortunate person to have such great people in my life.
Tomorrow is the worst day for me, its the end. All over. Christmas Afternoon, a drop in excitement.
It is pathetic that I think about blog titles during the course of my day. One option was: "I hope you stay ahead of the weather." This was said by a kindly firefighter from Ware Mass, who filled up our water bottles today. He also said, "This is why I don't ride my bike." Which might have been the title at one point. Other potential titles were:
"He loves grass"
"These things happen Johnny"
"Sweet Emotion"
"Did you have a cannoli today?"
"Band on the run"
"Love your socks"
howver, the Coronas kicked in and that is what is sticking in my head right now. So there we are.
Today started out with me riding my bike in a button down Columbia shirt. The joke was how Billy was going to loosen up my buttons before the ride was out. I was sweaty, and regretting the shirt choice, but the thought of beers and friends in Shrewsbury kept me going. Also, this would be the hardest day for me of thr trip. once it was over, it would be smooth sailing for me, and I would finish. I didnt finish what I started last year, and I was so close to completing it.
It was not meant to be. There were other plans for us this afternoon. In Spencer, Meg had the brillant idea of renting a Uhaul to get us to Donny's. Uhaul was closed though. (Billy and I walked over to check it out.) For a college town, Worcestor could not provide us with a big enough cab for 4 people and 4 bikes. One cab company hung up on Billy, after the fact they guaranteed a ride for people with bikes earlier. I felt so lied to. I bet Po-town could have, nay, would have cam through. Timothy M. Donovan came to our rescue this afternoon and picked us up at the side of the road. Thankfully, we were across from a bike store and Billy purchased a bike rack so we (and out bikes) could arrive in Shrewsbury.
A BBQ soon followed. Beers, laughs, stories, and laughs all followed. I am a fortunate person to have such great people in my life.
Tomorrow is the worst day for me, its the end. All over. Christmas Afternoon, a drop in excitement.
The day finally came
I was fearing that today would come. Since we had managed to make it this far I figured that we would make it to Boston without any major incidents. This unfortunately was not to happen. We were going along pretty well this morning. We left Aunt Deb's this morning in search of breakfast since there was nothing in her house. We found a great little place which served breakfast which was good for Billy, John and I and it was all organic which worked great for Meagan. We got back on the road and we were making good time. We got to Ware and we were heading through town looking for a gas station to get more water at and we came across some firemen washing their trucks who offered to fill up our camelbaks. We were chatting with them and one of them said that he hoped we rode fast enough to stay ahead of the weather. And with that the day was jinxed. We were heading out of Ware and we made it to the top of a huge hill when it startyed to rain. John and I started down the other side and stopped by the bottom at a nice little Inn. It was starting to reeally come down so when Billy and Meagan caught up we held there for a little while to try to wait out the bad weather. It started to let up and we left. A little while later Meagans Knee began to bother her. Billy left John a message saying that they were going to try to get a cab and we would try to meet up later. John and I kept on going and when we got to Spencer we went to Subway for lunch. John upon entering the restaurtant told me that he was goin to have two. Yes thats right two footlongs in one sitting. He is a champion and you have to fuel the machine. We then after talking to Meagan and Billy a few more times waited there to figure out how we were going to proceeed since they had not been able to find a cab that would be able to acomodate the bikes and them. We then started to realize that even at a great rate of speed we wouldn't be able to make it to Timmy's house by a reasonable hour and we really didn't want to be riding through the bowels of Worcester after dark. Thankfully Timmy was able to come out and rescue us after the idea to try to get a one way uhaul rental fell through. We are now here at Timmy's enjoying a brew and hanging out. Burgers should be ready soon so till tomorrow I am signing off. Wish us luck for our last day.
A bench in Spencer, Mass.
That could be the answer given on Jeopardy and the correct response would either be:
a) Where is some place you do not want to get stranded?
b) Where are you most likely to not be able to get a cab? or
c) Where am I currently blogging from?
All three would actually be a proper response. Kind of like that Cheers episode and Cliff is given three historical figures and he writes "who are three people who have never been in my kitchen?"
Anyway, today was an interesting, frustrating and generally bizarre day. It was a very hilly day from start to finish and that is what led to many of our problems. Some of our problems included a stuck bike chain, falling of our bike, and a knee problem of unknown severity. But I'm not going to focus on the bad stuff, I'm going to talk about the good.
First, we ate at the Roadhouse Cafe. For those of you who are unaware, this place was nominated the best blueberry pancakes in the northeast! That's insane, right? Guess how many blueberry pancakes we ate as a group... I'll wait... Zero. Not one of us ordered one of these famous pancakes. Breakfast was delicious anyway, but still...
Next I want to give much love to Timy for making tremendous strides since day one. He really struggled out of the gate but the last couple of days he has been cruising up hills like a pro. So not only does he bring an endless supply of movie an T.V. quotes to rival John, but he's been a huge asset to the trip.
My next story is a brief one. Meagan and I, separated from the pack once again, found ourself at the "Tombstone Trading Co." a gun shop if you could believe it. I entered this seemingly reputable establishment to inquire about the phone number for a local taxi service (a long story which I'll leave up to Meagan to tell). The gentlemen were not very cordial in the least and one went so far as to advise me to "quit wasting my time and maybe try the bus." As I was about the exit the edifice, one of the old men's hearts must have grown 3 sizes a la The Grinch. He offered Meagan and I a ride "to Spencer, but I can't getcha no further." What a sport! Shortly thereafter another man offered us a ride in his pickup truck, but Meagan bravely insisted we decline and we got back on the road.
We eventually made it to Spencer, reconnected with Timy and John, had a delicious lunch at Subway where we explained the ride to the amazament of the employees (who insisted that as much as they like Lance Armstrong they could never do what we're doing.)
Now, knowing that sunlight is short and Worcester is not a place you want to be caught in the dark, we're waiting in Spencer on a bench listening to some teenage babysitter explain how much her little charge "loves grass" as she admires John's socks. We will not ride all the way to our intended destination, but the day has not been a failure... I'll let the others explain once we get to Donnie's parents' house. As for me, I'm done... I just blogged from my iPhone.
So it goes...
a) Where is some place you do not want to get stranded?
b) Where are you most likely to not be able to get a cab? or
c) Where am I currently blogging from?
All three would actually be a proper response. Kind of like that Cheers episode and Cliff is given three historical figures and he writes "who are three people who have never been in my kitchen?"
Anyway, today was an interesting, frustrating and generally bizarre day. It was a very hilly day from start to finish and that is what led to many of our problems. Some of our problems included a stuck bike chain, falling of our bike, and a knee problem of unknown severity. But I'm not going to focus on the bad stuff, I'm going to talk about the good.
First, we ate at the Roadhouse Cafe. For those of you who are unaware, this place was nominated the best blueberry pancakes in the northeast! That's insane, right? Guess how many blueberry pancakes we ate as a group... I'll wait... Zero. Not one of us ordered one of these famous pancakes. Breakfast was delicious anyway, but still...
Next I want to give much love to Timy for making tremendous strides since day one. He really struggled out of the gate but the last couple of days he has been cruising up hills like a pro. So not only does he bring an endless supply of movie an T.V. quotes to rival John, but he's been a huge asset to the trip.
My next story is a brief one. Meagan and I, separated from the pack once again, found ourself at the "Tombstone Trading Co." a gun shop if you could believe it. I entered this seemingly reputable establishment to inquire about the phone number for a local taxi service (a long story which I'll leave up to Meagan to tell). The gentlemen were not very cordial in the least and one went so far as to advise me to "quit wasting my time and maybe try the bus." As I was about the exit the edifice, one of the old men's hearts must have grown 3 sizes a la The Grinch. He offered Meagan and I a ride "to Spencer, but I can't getcha no further." What a sport! Shortly thereafter another man offered us a ride in his pickup truck, but Meagan bravely insisted we decline and we got back on the road.
We eventually made it to Spencer, reconnected with Timy and John, had a delicious lunch at Subway where we explained the ride to the amazament of the employees (who insisted that as much as they like Lance Armstrong they could never do what we're doing.)
Now, knowing that sunlight is short and Worcester is not a place you want to be caught in the dark, we're waiting in Spencer on a bench listening to some teenage babysitter explain how much her little charge "loves grass" as she admires John's socks. We will not ride all the way to our intended destination, but the day has not been a failure... I'll let the others explain once we get to Donnie's parents' house. As for me, I'm done... I just blogged from my iPhone.
So it goes...
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
"I don't like that in order for you to win an argument you have to yell and be vulgar"
Yes, Liz and I got into a little debate this evening after dinner regarding David Ortiz and the steroid issue. I had some choice words about it, and Liz did not appreciate it. Very rude of me to do to someone who drove out to Amherst cooked for us and then has to drive in the next day to work at 6 a.m. However, my Irish was up and I felt in the right. If you have had dinner at my house, you know that in order to win an argument you need to be loud and vulgar, but I digress..
I do not "plug" or give shout outs to anything/anyone who does not deserve it, or who has not helped us out during these trips. That being said this little organization http://www.fvgreenway.org/, really, really, really, made today an easy relaxing day. Timer did some phenomenal recon in spotting this route that was a real breeze. We only had a few miles of traveling on real roads, the rest was greenway all the way.
At the rail trail in Amherst/Northampton (http://www.mass.gov/dcr/parks/central/nwrt.htm) we enjoyed some very scenic views and smells. Tobacco fields, dairy farms, and two teenagers smoking weed in the woods were some of the local flavor that we enjoyed. As I passed the kids I yelled back that I smelt the Devil's Lettuce.
The whole day could not have been without some sort of drama. As we entered the rail trail portion of Massachusetts the trail was closed. They were actually paving the trail towards the end of the trail in Ct. A gentleman who has been unemployed for the past two years (he told us) explained the route to Billy as we rode behind and enjoyed the conversation. He was not wearing a shirt, and was just wearing spandex. If the Ride was a movie, this would be the perfect cameo by Gary Busy. He also had a rubber toucan (not Toucan Sam from Fruit Loops) on his handle bars.
He was a character of the day and so was the the guy from the Bike Shop in Simsbury. He was a skinny, in shape John Malckavich who spoke to me like I was an abusive parent on trial. "This bike should not have a rack on it." (oh yeah asshole, how are the paniers going to get on them?) "Why do you need a third gear, you climbing any mountains?" (ummm, yeah a few actually. I can tell your single from your people skills and your body odor.) "Oh this bike is filthy!" (Remember all that rain we had over the past few days? I was riding through it, not taking bong hits on my couch and watching reruns of Wings you Goddamn college dropout!!)
So, I know it is a generalization but people who are into cycling or riding have either been friendly or helpful or smug assholes. I am basing that on my experiences.
All in all, I am thankful to be doing this trip with some amazing people and overwelmed by the generosity that has been given along the way.
I do not "plug" or give shout outs to anything/anyone who does not deserve it, or who has not helped us out during these trips. That being said this little organization http://www.fvgreenway.org/, really, really, really, made today an easy relaxing day. Timer did some phenomenal recon in spotting this route that was a real breeze. We only had a few miles of traveling on real roads, the rest was greenway all the way.
At the rail trail in Amherst/Northampton (http://www.mass.gov/dcr/parks/central/nwrt.htm) we enjoyed some very scenic views and smells. Tobacco fields, dairy farms, and two teenagers smoking weed in the woods were some of the local flavor that we enjoyed. As I passed the kids I yelled back that I smelt the Devil's Lettuce.
The whole day could not have been without some sort of drama. As we entered the rail trail portion of Massachusetts the trail was closed. They were actually paving the trail towards the end of the trail in Ct. A gentleman who has been unemployed for the past two years (he told us) explained the route to Billy as we rode behind and enjoyed the conversation. He was not wearing a shirt, and was just wearing spandex. If the Ride was a movie, this would be the perfect cameo by Gary Busy. He also had a rubber toucan (not Toucan Sam from Fruit Loops) on his handle bars.
He was a character of the day and so was the the guy from the Bike Shop in Simsbury. He was a skinny, in shape John Malckavich who spoke to me like I was an abusive parent on trial. "This bike should not have a rack on it." (oh yeah asshole, how are the paniers going to get on them?) "Why do you need a third gear, you climbing any mountains?" (ummm, yeah a few actually. I can tell your single from your people skills and your body odor.) "Oh this bike is filthy!" (Remember all that rain we had over the past few days? I was riding through it, not taking bong hits on my couch and watching reruns of Wings you Goddamn college dropout!!)
So, I know it is a generalization but people who are into cycling or riding have either been friendly or helpful or smug assholes. I am basing that on my experiences.
All in all, I am thankful to be doing this trip with some amazing people and overwelmed by the generosity that has been given along the way.
P.S.
I went on a bit of a singing kick today.
I sang the Alphabet Game up to T.
I sang "Green Light" by John Legend to make a traffic light turn green. (it segued into a "that's what she said" joke if you can imagine that.)
And I sang a song about "Meagan Anne MacMenamie" and her banged up knee, but she has that on her camera.
So it goes...
I sang the Alphabet Game up to T.
I sang "Green Light" by John Legend to make a traffic light turn green. (it segued into a "that's what she said" joke if you can imagine that.)
And I sang a song about "Meagan Anne MacMenamie" and her banged up knee, but she has that on her camera.
So it goes...
"You're an ass..."
Day 5 is in the books and Meagan uttered the above phrase and scarily reminded me of my mother.
The day started by my ruining of the Letson's table cloth with maple syrup (sorry Mrs. Letson!) while enjoying a wonderful breakfast prepared by Kayla Letson and it ended with a couple glasses of wine to accompany Liz's fantabulous meal for dinner. I can't help but to appreciate the contributions of those riders who were not able to make the ride this year... Billy Quinn driving us into the BX, Elizabeth making us dinner at Aunt Deb's house...and it makes me smile that this ridiculous adventure has become somewhat of a tradition that is difficult to let go of. But this is neither here nor there; let me tell you a little bit about today.
I have to warn you though...This is a little bit uncouth, if you will.
Today was a pretty flat ride. We rode on "rail trails" a good portion of the day and therefore did not have to deal with too many hills. The hills that we did deal with though caused my chain to fall off several times. The longer I continue to ride the more I realize what a piece of crap this Dasani bike that I am on is, and the more determined I become to finish the ride on it. My only concern is the squeaking sound it is perpetually making...It sounds like an old swing set, not a trustworthy bike. Despite the flatness of the terrain, my ride was slightly uncomfortable (and here comes the uncouth part..Meagan [and Mom] stop reading now, continue at the asterisk). For one thing, I think all of the unhealthy meals I've been eating (Please see yesterday's entry for some insight) finally caught up with me because I was dealing with some pretty ridiculous gas pains all day. And these weren't ordinary gas pain...These were some serious, "I didn't think I ate chili last night, but oh right I ate a deep fried twinkie for lunch" gas pains. I just couldn't shake them. I'm sure the grilled cheese with tomato and bacon, french fries and 3 pickles didn't help. But as John likes to say, "You gotta fuel the machine." Additionally, I'm also battling some awful chafing as well. I occasionally readjust my position on the bike but there's only so much I can do. I just gotta deal with the discomfort for the next few days.
*On a positive note, and to continue a tradition, we played "I'm going on a Picnic" twice today. Here's how they went (to the best of my (and Meagan's memory)
A: Apples/Antipasto Salad
B: Biscotti/Bubble Gum
C: Candy Corn/Cranberry Sauce
D: Dasani/Daffodils
E: Eclairs/Eggplant Rollatini
F: Fishcakes/Fig Newtons
G: Granola Bars/Garden Salad
H: Hash Browns from the Winsted Diner/Hairspray
I: Ice Cream/Iggy Pop
J: John's Lactaid Pills/Jameson
K: Kazoo/Kebobs
L: Lemonade-Iced Tea/LOUD NOISES
M: Mangos/Maker's Mark
N: Nostradamus/Nails
O: Ourang Outangs/Over the Counter Aleve
P: Penguins/Pints of Guiness
Q: Quartz (rocks)/Quistle (Crystal) a person...
R: Rice Krispie Treats/Roast Beef (from Nick's)
S: Schlitz Beer/Soy Roast Beef
T: Tequilla/Tullymore Dew
U: Umbrella/Uruguayan Sea Bass
V: Vinny/Volvo
W: Whale/Willy Wonka...and his Chocolate Factory
X: X-Ray Machine/Xihphoid Process
Y: Yankee's Blanket
Z: Zanni
And there you have it...Awesome right...Enjoy it! Two days left and I need to sleep...
So it goes...
The day started by my ruining of the Letson's table cloth with maple syrup (sorry Mrs. Letson!) while enjoying a wonderful breakfast prepared by Kayla Letson and it ended with a couple glasses of wine to accompany Liz's fantabulous meal for dinner. I can't help but to appreciate the contributions of those riders who were not able to make the ride this year... Billy Quinn driving us into the BX, Elizabeth making us dinner at Aunt Deb's house...and it makes me smile that this ridiculous adventure has become somewhat of a tradition that is difficult to let go of. But this is neither here nor there; let me tell you a little bit about today.
I have to warn you though...This is a little bit uncouth, if you will.
Today was a pretty flat ride. We rode on "rail trails" a good portion of the day and therefore did not have to deal with too many hills. The hills that we did deal with though caused my chain to fall off several times. The longer I continue to ride the more I realize what a piece of crap this Dasani bike that I am on is, and the more determined I become to finish the ride on it. My only concern is the squeaking sound it is perpetually making...It sounds like an old swing set, not a trustworthy bike. Despite the flatness of the terrain, my ride was slightly uncomfortable (and here comes the uncouth part..Meagan [and Mom] stop reading now, continue at the asterisk). For one thing, I think all of the unhealthy meals I've been eating (Please see yesterday's entry for some insight) finally caught up with me because I was dealing with some pretty ridiculous gas pains all day. And these weren't ordinary gas pain...These were some serious, "I didn't think I ate chili last night, but oh right I ate a deep fried twinkie for lunch" gas pains. I just couldn't shake them. I'm sure the grilled cheese with tomato and bacon, french fries and 3 pickles didn't help. But as John likes to say, "You gotta fuel the machine." Additionally, I'm also battling some awful chafing as well. I occasionally readjust my position on the bike but there's only so much I can do. I just gotta deal with the discomfort for the next few days.
*On a positive note, and to continue a tradition, we played "I'm going on a Picnic" twice today. Here's how they went (to the best of my (and Meagan's memory)
A: Apples/Antipasto Salad
B: Biscotti/Bubble Gum
C: Candy Corn/Cranberry Sauce
D: Dasani/Daffodils
E: Eclairs/Eggplant Rollatini
F: Fishcakes/Fig Newtons
G: Granola Bars/Garden Salad
H: Hash Browns from the Winsted Diner/Hairspray
I: Ice Cream/Iggy Pop
J: John's Lactaid Pills/Jameson
K: Kazoo/Kebobs
L: Lemonade-Iced Tea/LOUD NOISES
M: Mangos/Maker's Mark
N: Nostradamus/Nails
O: Ourang Outangs/Over the Counter Aleve
P: Penguins/Pints of Guiness
Q: Quartz (rocks)/Quistle (Crystal) a person...
R: Rice Krispie Treats/Roast Beef (from Nick's)
S: Schlitz Beer/Soy Roast Beef
T: Tequilla/Tullymore Dew
U: Umbrella/Uruguayan Sea Bass
V: Vinny/Volvo
W: Whale/Willy Wonka...and his Chocolate Factory
X: X-Ray Machine/Xihphoid Process
Y: Yankee's Blanket
Z: Zanni
And there you have it...Awesome right...Enjoy it! Two days left and I need to sleep...
So it goes...
Thank God for rail trails
Today we were able to get a wonderful meal cooked by my sister Kayla. I would have to agree with her that the bacon crisper is a fantastic invention. John asked me later what kind of bacon it was so Kayla if you could post a comment and let us know that would be great. We got going on the Farmington Valley Greenway and we were rolling. We made a quick stop for John to get to get his biked serviced at the Bike shop then it was smooth sailing to the Mass border. Once we got there it was a different matter. In Suffield they were working on grading the dirt obviously preping to pave more and they said we could pass. Then we came across a crew paving on the mass side of the border. They didn't really take to kindly to us being on the asphalt that they had just put down a few hours earlier. Oops. Next came route 10. The only road portion of the day. It was ok with not to many bad hills (thank god). Then when we hit North Hampton we were able to get onto another rail trail that ran right through Amherst. It was a good way to end the day. Flat with a great view as we went over the bridge on the Connecticut river. Now we have gotten into Aunt Debs in Amherst and Lizzy is cooking up some food that smells wonderful. Till tomorrow. P.S. I was just looking through my bag and I believe I may have left my cell phone at my house. If you are trying to get in touch in a timely fashion, sorry but your out of luck. Email is tlets1@gmail.com
fried twinkies are healthy
I woke up very well rested in my king-sized bed on the top floor of the hotel, met up with the boys for a lovely little continental breakfast in the lobby, packed up our things and checked out of the Wake Robin Inn. After taking inappropriate prom pictures in the front lawn and stretching in front of the other guests, we set out to make our way towards Tim's house.
Today turned out to be a glooorious day! Once again, the sun was shining, the hills weren't so scary, and we were all in a positive mood. And hey, big shout out to Timy for bringing his A-game today! With each day, he is really showing more and more determination and skill in handling the terrain. As John would say: Approach those hills, Attack those hills, Own those hills. (I'd say he has a bright future as lead spin class instructor in a beacon hill athletic club/boston sports club.)
We stopped at what seemed to be the smallest diner known to mankind, it was the size of a trolley car and only had a counter with stools in it. The bathroom was actually outside and in the basement. Also, it had the best customers ever! People were actually paying for other people's meals without telling them, and then complain about it. As for our group- our eyes were definitely bigger than our stomachs. John split some chocolate chip pancakes with me (yummm) and I learned that he collects coffee mugs. But not just any corree mug, the diner-style mugs with handles that only fit 1.5-2 fingers inside, depending on how big your hands are (...thats what she said?) More importantly, Corrao did finish his meal with a fried twinkie and a smile. Props to keeping it down the rest of the ride.
The second half of the day was tougher with all the extra internal weight we were carrying around, but we finished it in a timely fashion. We were getting very close to our destination, when when we realized that there were no more bars on the way to Timy's house. Hellooo- we needed to continued our drinking tradition! So we immediately turned around to get some margs and mo-ji-tos at the neighborhood mexican restaurant.. which we waited to open its doors for approximately 20 minutes. After some chips, salsa, salt and booze, we hopped on our bikes and made it to Timy's. We were greeted by his wonderful family, two dogs, and a cat. We got cleaned up, watched some music videos, blogged and passed out.
It was a great day filled with lots of good/unhealthy food and no major malfunctions.
Great job to all!
Today turned out to be a glooorious day! Once again, the sun was shining, the hills weren't so scary, and we were all in a positive mood. And hey, big shout out to Timy for bringing his A-game today! With each day, he is really showing more and more determination and skill in handling the terrain. As John would say: Approach those hills, Attack those hills, Own those hills. (I'd say he has a bright future as lead spin class instructor in a beacon hill athletic club/boston sports club.)
We stopped at what seemed to be the smallest diner known to mankind, it was the size of a trolley car and only had a counter with stools in it. The bathroom was actually outside and in the basement. Also, it had the best customers ever! People were actually paying for other people's meals without telling them, and then complain about it. As for our group- our eyes were definitely bigger than our stomachs. John split some chocolate chip pancakes with me (yummm) and I learned that he collects coffee mugs. But not just any corree mug, the diner-style mugs with handles that only fit 1.5-2 fingers inside, depending on how big your hands are (...thats what she said?) More importantly, Corrao did finish his meal with a fried twinkie and a smile. Props to keeping it down the rest of the ride.
The second half of the day was tougher with all the extra internal weight we were carrying around, but we finished it in a timely fashion. We were getting very close to our destination, when when we realized that there were no more bars on the way to Timy's house. Hellooo- we needed to continued our drinking tradition! So we immediately turned around to get some margs and mo-ji-tos at the neighborhood mexican restaurant.. which we waited to open its doors for approximately 20 minutes. After some chips, salsa, salt and booze, we hopped on our bikes and made it to Timy's. We were greeted by his wonderful family, two dogs, and a cat. We got cleaned up, watched some music videos, blogged and passed out.
It was a great day filled with lots of good/unhealthy food and no major malfunctions.
Great job to all!
Monday, August 3, 2009
"Im not complaining. I'm sharing my emotions"
Towards the end of today it was decided to continue the tradition of having a drink before we arrive at our destination. Roughly two miles from casa de Letson we passed a seedy looking Mexican Restaurant called Margaritas . It was decided to turn back and keep the tradition going. Unfortunately for us the place did not open up until 4:00 and we had twenty minutes until opening. So yes, we waited outside for it to open and went inside.
Since I can not drink Tequila, I ordered a Mojito and got some sass from the bartender about it. Bartender, "I dont know why we have to make these. They aren't even a Mexican drink, they are from Miami." Oh actually lady, they were invented in Cuba. The drink was solid and it got me feeling pretty relaxed. When it came time for us to leave I was in no mood to go. I was beat, and could easily have had another drink and called a cab, I was done. Leaving the lounge, I was vocal about my concerns about making it to Tim's. Meg told me not to complain, so my response was the title.
Leaving the Wake Robbin Inn this morning I was feeling anxious about the trip. My bike was not to cooperative, apparently it did not want to shift down to the first gear. This would make the hills of today a real piece of work. So my legs hated me, and felt like they were on fire for most of the day. Know what, I take that back. They were not on fire, they were being chewed on by a dragon or some other mythological beast. I cursed, sweat, coughed, yelled, and willed my way to the top of these things. The great thing about being the biggest one on the trip (weight not height or muscular big) is that my fat ass flies down those hills. It is awesome, sometimes I can coast down one hill and up another, and I am really happu.
There was one final hill to get to Timy's house after the bar. This one was not as steep or as long as the other hills of the day, but it wore me out. Climbing up it was the final straw for my legs, they just gave out. I think it was the mojito that got me up the hill.
We got lunch at this fabulous Diner in Winsted Ct. I was dared to order three pancakes with my chicken sandwich. I did split the pancakes, but ate a ridiculous amount of fries and home fries. I was starving when we arrived. By the time we left, I felt so full. Like if I was a Middle School student, I would get an eating disorder full. People asked me if I lost weight on the trip last year. My guess is that this year we will probably gain weight, Billy's hoping to just break even.
Speaking of Billy he is snoring on the couch next to me so I am going to attempt to mess with him.
For three years the Letsons have not only let us into their homes, but have taken care of us in every way possible. Laundry gets clean, bellies get full, and we feel welcome. Thanks so much.
Thanks Erik for the Melky update yesterday and the weather forecast today. Keep them coming man we appreciate them.
Brian thanks for giving us internet access at Marist. Top Drawer!
Aunt Deb's tomorrow, where Lizzie will be meeting up with us for the night.
Since I can not drink Tequila, I ordered a Mojito and got some sass from the bartender about it. Bartender, "I dont know why we have to make these. They aren't even a Mexican drink, they are from Miami." Oh actually lady, they were invented in Cuba. The drink was solid and it got me feeling pretty relaxed. When it came time for us to leave I was in no mood to go. I was beat, and could easily have had another drink and called a cab, I was done. Leaving the lounge, I was vocal about my concerns about making it to Tim's. Meg told me not to complain, so my response was the title.
Leaving the Wake Robbin Inn this morning I was feeling anxious about the trip. My bike was not to cooperative, apparently it did not want to shift down to the first gear. This would make the hills of today a real piece of work. So my legs hated me, and felt like they were on fire for most of the day. Know what, I take that back. They were not on fire, they were being chewed on by a dragon or some other mythological beast. I cursed, sweat, coughed, yelled, and willed my way to the top of these things. The great thing about being the biggest one on the trip (weight not height or muscular big) is that my fat ass flies down those hills. It is awesome, sometimes I can coast down one hill and up another, and I am really happu.
There was one final hill to get to Timy's house after the bar. This one was not as steep or as long as the other hills of the day, but it wore me out. Climbing up it was the final straw for my legs, they just gave out. I think it was the mojito that got me up the hill.
We got lunch at this fabulous Diner in Winsted Ct. I was dared to order three pancakes with my chicken sandwich. I did split the pancakes, but ate a ridiculous amount of fries and home fries. I was starving when we arrived. By the time we left, I felt so full. Like if I was a Middle School student, I would get an eating disorder full. People asked me if I lost weight on the trip last year. My guess is that this year we will probably gain weight, Billy's hoping to just break even.
Speaking of Billy he is snoring on the couch next to me so I am going to attempt to mess with him.
For three years the Letsons have not only let us into their homes, but have taken care of us in every way possible. Laundry gets clean, bellies get full, and we feel welcome. Thanks so much.
Thanks Erik for the Melky update yesterday and the weather forecast today. Keep them coming man we appreciate them.
Brian thanks for giving us internet access at Marist. Top Drawer!
Aunt Deb's tomorrow, where Lizzie will be meeting up with us for the night.
Litchfield hills ... done
We left the hotel this morning and started down route 44 and I gotta say I was a little bit worried because of the fact that this area was the know as the northwest hills and hills and I are not really on the best of terms. As we got going though it seemed that the road thankfully seemed to weave around the hills more than try to go over them. We thankfully started to get closer to Winsted and I began to recognize things that I was seeing. This was a huge boost for me. We stopped in Winsted to have lunch and it turned in to a veritable smörgåsbord. I think that the food coma that ensued helped me to keep up with the group better for the rest of the trip. Once we got into Canton I could see the end in sight. We were about to head off of route 44 when The idea was suggested that we should head to the bar for a drink. So we did. I am glad to be home for the night and to get a nice meal at Plan B. Tomorrow we head to Amherst and get to spend some time on some rail trails. Here's hoping that they work out well.
Riding the Rivalry: Flashback Addition... Day 2
Day 2 was rather nondescript but I feel bad ignoring it altogether. The ride itself was very scenic, including some gorgeous climbs in a state park. Early on Meagan and I switched bikes, much to her dismay, disapproval and chagrin. The bike she was riding is a poorly assembled mountain bike. It was difficult to change gears, especially with limited riding experience. Meagan was a trooper through Day 1 buy I refused to let her go another day on her current bike. While it isn't impossible to shift gears it is difficult. However, 'm still climbing hills, Mea's kicking some ass now, and the general pace is pretty good... It has worked out for the best. (minus the mechanical difficulty I experienced day 3... Which didn't turn out all that bad.)
The only other incident of note is as follows:
Meagan and I were left to blog to our hearts' content at Marist because the boys were "getting antsy." After we finished we tackled the last big hill leading into Hyde Park and at the top Meagan made a not so friendly gesture towards a silhouette of a Mister Franklin Delano Roosevelt (she claims she didn't know it was him... Pshaw right!) Anyways... We rode on towards our hotel and who did pass on the street but Timy coming out of a bar. He didn't just finish drinking though, he was actually lost. It was at this point that we told Timy to stay where he was because Meaga and I were going to crossover to his side and now we WERE going to drink. The three of us did a celebratory Car Bomb (John was already at the hotel and had been looking for Timy so he did not have the energy to join us).
We eventually made it to the hotel, had a greasy dinner, a lousy night sleep and that was the end of that...
So it goes...
The only other incident of note is as follows:
Meagan and I were left to blog to our hearts' content at Marist because the boys were "getting antsy." After we finished we tackled the last big hill leading into Hyde Park and at the top Meagan made a not so friendly gesture towards a silhouette of a Mister Franklin Delano Roosevelt (she claims she didn't know it was him... Pshaw right!) Anyways... We rode on towards our hotel and who did pass on the street but Timy coming out of a bar. He didn't just finish drinking though, he was actually lost. It was at this point that we told Timy to stay where he was because Meaga and I were going to crossover to his side and now we WERE going to drink. The three of us did a celebratory Car Bomb (John was already at the hotel and had been looking for Timy so he did not have the energy to join us).
We eventually made it to the hotel, had a greasy dinner, a lousy night sleep and that was the end of that...
So it goes...
day 2 and 3... now stop yelling at me john.
As per John, I'm not allowed to continue on this journey unless I make another blog entry. Therefore I decided to do a semi-brief recap on our Saturday and Sunday adventures. Between all four of us, you probably have a good idea of how things are going on this trip. Saturday turned out to be a much better day than Friday. We had glorious weather, sunshine lasted throughout our entire ride. We were faced with a TON of hills, but none were as intense as day 1 in my opinion (or maybe it was the fact that Billy suggested we switch bikes...and by suggested I mean forced.)
We traveled along the main roads until we eventually met up with a bike trail somewhere along route 9. About midway through the ride, we came to a 1/2 mile downhill slope which coincidentally ended at a hotdog vendor. If you also read johns blog, this is where the bet came into play. He ate two hotdogs, Corrao ate one, and I had... a bun. It was deee-lish. We continued on the bike route until we hit a Panera where I could actually eat something substantial. After we stuffed our faces with breadbowls and paninis... served by an all-time great DAN. Capitalized for emphasis because you can't just say his name, you have to shout it.
Paneras was followed by a little cat nap in the parking lot of Raymore and Flannagan...damn food comas. We saddled up and continued biking until we hit Marist. We hacked into their computers (thanks Brian, wherever you are) and made some blog entries. John and Timy went ahead because apparently I type slower than everyone else. We eventually met up with Timy for some unexpected Irish car bombs, but not before I took a picture flipping off FDR's billboard at the top of a ridiculous hill. Our night ended at a lovely hotel with greasy italian food.
I woke up the next morning to find Billy snoring, John sprawled out across his queen-sized bed alone, and Tim wrapped in a sheet on the floor. Apparently no one had a good night's sleep. We all met up at the coffeehouse for some continentals. We soon discovered that John had made friends with several 70-year-old ladies. They continued to talk about him long after he left and went back to the room.
After breakfast we went back to the room, packed and loaded up the bikes, had a stretch session, hopped on our bikes and took off. It rained for a chunk of the day, but all of our spirits remained high. It seemed like one thing after another was going wrong, but something would just come around to somehow make things right again. First was Billy's pedal falling off. We asked a carpenter for some tools to fix it, but he used to own the largest bike shop in Ohio or something so he not only had the parts to replace it, but also adjusted our seats and filled our tires with air. (and I'll point out that Billy insanely rode nearly 5 miles with one pedal until we found this guy... crazy tree trunk legs.)
Then Billy's gears stopped shifting midway up the largest hill we'd have to ride up. As Billy pretended he knew how to fix it on the side of the road, a gentleman stopped in his car alongside, told us he was a bike mechanic and continued to fix not just the gears, but the chain and handlebars as well.
The day went on in this manner until we reached our lunchtime spot. Lunch was probably my favorite time of this day. We attempted to stop for lunch at a restaurant in Pine Hills everyone loved on last year's trip but they were closed. Instead we somehow stumbled into a place called backyard garden where we quickly made friends with the locals, drank some beer, ate some food that we probably shouldn't have, and watched some of the yankee game. I felt like we were on vacation, and the boys pointed out that this was the first time they legitimately didn't want to leave and get back on the road.
Our day ended when we arrived at the Wake Robin Inn, where I think I fell in love. It's a quaint hotel that used to be a boarding school for girls. The decor was adoreable, and everywhere you looked, there was a piece of thier history. Plus, there was an Irish bar with burbon gallore, kingsized bed in my room (compared to the two twin beds for john and timy), a computer for more blogging, and unlimited bottles of water for guests. Our night ended with ordering more italian delivery for dinner.
Our day ended when we arrived at the Wake Robin Inn, where I think I fell in love. It's a quaint hotel that used to be a boarding school for girls. The decor was adoreable, and everywhere you looked, there was a piece of thier history. Plus, there was an Irish bar with burbon gallore, kingsized bed in my room (compared to the two twin beds for john and timy), a computer for more blogging, and unlimited bottles of water for guests. Our night ended with ordering more italian delivery for dinner.
As I reflect on this day, I am personally proud because it was the first day I was able to ride the entire way without walking up any hills. Sure my legs were on fire and my feet were numb... but my self-satisfaction level was high and that's what really counts here.
And now as we sit here watching country music videos, getting psyched up for today's journey, John just agreed that next year he will do this trip in a cow outfit. I'm holding him to it. It's time we get mooooving.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
This route is bullshit
Today we started off with some food to get things going. I had a package of Bogols that I got at Panera the previouse day and they were delicious. I have now decided that I will try to get something each day that will help with breakfast the next day. To that end I have a very delicious looking muffin waiting for tomorrow morning that I am pretty pumped about. Once we got start we made our way up to Rhinebeck and then started across towards the CT border. As you have no doubt read already shortly after leaving Rhinebeck Billy had a bit of bad luck. He was overtaking me when it happened so once we pulled over he asked me to go back to the mobil station we had just left. I went back only to be told that no they don't have anything like that about an adjustable wrench. I have a feeling that might have been BS. As you have also read by now Billy had some luck on the caliber of winning the lotto today so it turned out OK in the end. When we stopped heading in to pine plains we stopped at a pizza place to get water and regroup and were treated to their (not) fantastic service. We proceeded to head to town where the second place we were expecting to go for the day was closed due to the fact it was saturday. The first was the bike shop in Rhinebeck. Luckily we ended up in nice little bar, had some bears and got some advice from the locals. The title of this blog post was the exact quote from the nice man at the bar after he took a look at our route. We were able to enjoy one of the best downhills of the trip so far and made it to the hotel around 7:15 with some daylight to spare. We are now done with one state and we embark on the heart of the connecticut section tomorrow. Wish us luck because I am a little nervous about the litchfield hills, but then I think I have been a little nervous about every leg so far and we have done OK to date.
"Before I sit down, I must warn you. I'm a Red Sox fan."
This morning at the Roosevelt Motel in Hyde Park I went to get breakfast before the group. The Cafe area was packed with the geriatric crowd that looked me over in my argyle socks and Yankee gear. When I grabbed a second bagel, I definitly got the stink eye from one or two of them. I sat down to enjoy my meal and soon enough an elderly woman sat is standing across the table from me and asks if she could join me. I said absolutly, and then she gave me the disclaimer that is the title. All because of what I was wearing. Later in the day as Timy and I struggled up a hill a Suburu pulled over and the driver said, "Hey the Yanks won today." Pretty awesome pick me up.
My bike has been holding out so far on the trip and I feel very lucky about that. At the same time I can not help but admire how well Billy is doing on this trip. I am not just talking about the physical aspect but dealing with the bike issues. It is remarkable, I tip my hat to him.
We attempted to stop in Pine Hills to eat at a place called The Mountain Cow. It was closed. Like just about everything else in the place. Apparntly nobody can eat on a Sunday in that place. We started to double back to check out a pizza place, and sure enough it was closed. As we stood in the parking lot trying to figure out what to do, some guy was smoking a cigarette looking at us. I thought, well why not just ask this guy? He said they serve food back there pointing towards a sign that said Backyard Garden. I assumed it was an actual garden or some sort of florist. Turns out it was..tada and outdoor bar. The place was filled with the types of characters you would hope in a bar on a Sunday in upstate New York.
One of these regulars was named Dan. Dan was about 350 and change wearing a cutoff shirt. He lived by the metal dump in town, and has taken several bikes from them to ride and "lose weight". Everytime that bike gets trashed (no pun intended) its back to the trash heap and a new bike. Dan was listening to the game on the radio and "predicting" what was going to happen to the Yanks as the game was on Yes with about a 3 second delay. Sal, Dan's friend and victim was very impressed with Dans ability and could not get over how Dan knew what pitch was coming. Oh, and Dan said that he was going to finish the Applachian trail by next May, he was going to walk 50 feet a day.
Dan offered some critical advice on the Route to help us out. He told us of "the downhills to end all downhills" was up ahead. He appreciated what we were doing and wished us luck. I love these types of encounters. It is all about doing things for the story.
We passed the hill that I past out on last year. We rode right past it. I wanted to take a picture on top but the opportunity did not present itself. We just kep going. I guess that is progress, we move on and do not look back.
The hostess of the Wake Robin Inn has been an absolute peach. She offered us a first free drink. I saw some really expensive Irish whiksey on that top shelf by some pricy scotch. It would have been like stealing from Mother Theresa, possible but you will get yours in the end. Billy and I opted for some Makers Mark and after those hills I feel great.
so cheers
My bike has been holding out so far on the trip and I feel very lucky about that. At the same time I can not help but admire how well Billy is doing on this trip. I am not just talking about the physical aspect but dealing with the bike issues. It is remarkable, I tip my hat to him.
We attempted to stop in Pine Hills to eat at a place called The Mountain Cow. It was closed. Like just about everything else in the place. Apparntly nobody can eat on a Sunday in that place. We started to double back to check out a pizza place, and sure enough it was closed. As we stood in the parking lot trying to figure out what to do, some guy was smoking a cigarette looking at us. I thought, well why not just ask this guy? He said they serve food back there pointing towards a sign that said Backyard Garden. I assumed it was an actual garden or some sort of florist. Turns out it was..tada and outdoor bar. The place was filled with the types of characters you would hope in a bar on a Sunday in upstate New York.
One of these regulars was named Dan. Dan was about 350 and change wearing a cutoff shirt. He lived by the metal dump in town, and has taken several bikes from them to ride and "lose weight". Everytime that bike gets trashed (no pun intended) its back to the trash heap and a new bike. Dan was listening to the game on the radio and "predicting" what was going to happen to the Yanks as the game was on Yes with about a 3 second delay. Sal, Dan's friend and victim was very impressed with Dans ability and could not get over how Dan knew what pitch was coming. Oh, and Dan said that he was going to finish the Applachian trail by next May, he was going to walk 50 feet a day.
Dan offered some critical advice on the Route to help us out. He told us of "the downhills to end all downhills" was up ahead. He appreciated what we were doing and wished us luck. I love these types of encounters. It is all about doing things for the story.
We passed the hill that I past out on last year. We rode right past it. I wanted to take a picture on top but the opportunity did not present itself. We just kep going. I guess that is progress, we move on and do not look back.
The hostess of the Wake Robin Inn has been an absolute peach. She offered us a first free drink. I saw some really expensive Irish whiksey on that top shelf by some pricy scotch. It would have been like stealing from Mother Theresa, possible but you will get yours in the end. Billy and I opted for some Makers Mark and after those hills I feel great.
so cheers
"That probably would have defouled your nether-regions eventually..."
Yup, that was said to me at some point today. That and, "Yeah, your seat would have broken and you probably would have ended up with something up your butt that didn't belong there."
How, or why were things of this nature said to me? I think it's important to mention that they were said in all seriousness but with my best interests at heart.
Here's how my day went today.
After a tiring but not exhausting ten mile ride into Rhinebeck, we made a last stop at a Mobil gas station on our way to Rock City and the infamous "Fork in the Road." The gas station was G-ross...and there were bugs galore (but I'm sure Meagan will tell you all about that). We left the gas station and expected an uneventful ride. We were way off. Approximately half a mile into the ride MY PEDAL FELL OFF!! For real...Read it again, I'm not lying, it means what it says. The mechanism used to propel the bike fell off. Meagan and John were a bit ahead and did not hear my girly scream, err, I mean my barbaric yawp. Fortunately, Timy was with me so I wasn't completely stranded. Timy rode back to the gas station to see if they had a wrench or pliers that I could use to try to refasten the pedal. Amazingly enough, the service station could not be of any service to me (there's the irony again). Our options were limited, so what did we do? Timy and I started riding...Yeah...I rode with one pedal, for a good 5 miles. We eventually made it to the fork and had no real plan of attack once we re-embarked, so I decided I would stop at any and all places of business and ask for tools to help me reattach my pedal. In the interim, I would simply ride with one pedal.
First stop, antique shop. The woman who worked there said she did indeed have both pliers and a wrench. After a short and futile search, an elderly man with no teeth appeared from thin air and informed her that he, if you can believe it, had taken both tools home. She proceeded to offer me a set of sheers..."No thanks."
Second stop, Ironfish Carpentry Shop. Jackpot! A man by the name of Erik said he had the tools necessary to fix my bike, welcomed me into his shop and then dropped this bomb on me. "I used to be the manager of the largest bike shop in D.C.. I think I have just what you need." While he didn't have what I needed at his shop, Erik went home, (leaving us, total strangers, alone in his shop with his awesomely great dog named Sara...We shared some beef jerky), found a pedal and some other tools and then fixed my bike. Afterwards, he went on to tell me that the bike I am riding is a piece of crap and could potentially cause me much pain (see the above quotes). I'm hoping to finish the ride on this P.O.S., but my chances are getting slimmer by the minute.
After my pedal was fixed, and my seat was lowered, and my tires were inflated, everything went pretty smoothly. Until my chain fell off my bike and my gears wouldn't shift going up Winschell Mountain Road. Again, Meagan and I were lagging behind Timy and John when this mechanical debacle befell me. Meg and I were in between huge uphills when I stopped to pretend I could fix my bike. As I was staring blankly at my gears a car pulled up and the following conversation ensued.
Driver: "Hey, everything alright?"
Me: "Ummm, yeah, I mean my gears aren't shifting, but I'm in the lowest one so I'll be able to get to the top."
Driver: "You want me to take a look at it?"
Me: (cuz I'm an idiot) "Nah, that's alright. I'll be ok. Thanks though."
Driver: "You sure? I'm a bike mechanic."
Me: (Dumbfounded) "Oh...In that case sure."
James went on to fix my bike up and off we went.
It was potentially a disastrous day that turned into the best day of the ride so far. EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON...Today was the best proof possible.
So it goes...
P.S. Keep the prayers coming mom!!
How, or why were things of this nature said to me? I think it's important to mention that they were said in all seriousness but with my best interests at heart.
Here's how my day went today.
After a tiring but not exhausting ten mile ride into Rhinebeck, we made a last stop at a Mobil gas station on our way to Rock City and the infamous "Fork in the Road." The gas station was G-ross...and there were bugs galore (but I'm sure Meagan will tell you all about that). We left the gas station and expected an uneventful ride. We were way off. Approximately half a mile into the ride MY PEDAL FELL OFF!! For real...Read it again, I'm not lying, it means what it says. The mechanism used to propel the bike fell off. Meagan and John were a bit ahead and did not hear my girly scream, err, I mean my barbaric yawp. Fortunately, Timy was with me so I wasn't completely stranded. Timy rode back to the gas station to see if they had a wrench or pliers that I could use to try to refasten the pedal. Amazingly enough, the service station could not be of any service to me (there's the irony again). Our options were limited, so what did we do? Timy and I started riding...Yeah...I rode with one pedal, for a good 5 miles. We eventually made it to the fork and had no real plan of attack once we re-embarked, so I decided I would stop at any and all places of business and ask for tools to help me reattach my pedal. In the interim, I would simply ride with one pedal.
First stop, antique shop. The woman who worked there said she did indeed have both pliers and a wrench. After a short and futile search, an elderly man with no teeth appeared from thin air and informed her that he, if you can believe it, had taken both tools home. She proceeded to offer me a set of sheers..."No thanks."
Second stop, Ironfish Carpentry Shop. Jackpot! A man by the name of Erik said he had the tools necessary to fix my bike, welcomed me into his shop and then dropped this bomb on me. "I used to be the manager of the largest bike shop in D.C.. I think I have just what you need." While he didn't have what I needed at his shop, Erik went home, (leaving us, total strangers, alone in his shop with his awesomely great dog named Sara...We shared some beef jerky), found a pedal and some other tools and then fixed my bike. Afterwards, he went on to tell me that the bike I am riding is a piece of crap and could potentially cause me much pain (see the above quotes). I'm hoping to finish the ride on this P.O.S., but my chances are getting slimmer by the minute.
After my pedal was fixed, and my seat was lowered, and my tires were inflated, everything went pretty smoothly. Until my chain fell off my bike and my gears wouldn't shift going up Winschell Mountain Road. Again, Meagan and I were lagging behind Timy and John when this mechanical debacle befell me. Meg and I were in between huge uphills when I stopped to pretend I could fix my bike. As I was staring blankly at my gears a car pulled up and the following conversation ensued.
Driver: "Hey, everything alright?"
Me: "Ummm, yeah, I mean my gears aren't shifting, but I'm in the lowest one so I'll be able to get to the top."
Driver: "You want me to take a look at it?"
Me: (cuz I'm an idiot) "Nah, that's alright. I'll be ok. Thanks though."
Driver: "You sure? I'm a bike mechanic."
Me: (Dumbfounded) "Oh...In that case sure."
James went on to fix my bike up and off we went.
It was potentially a disastrous day that turned into the best day of the ride so far. EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON...Today was the best proof possible.
So it goes...
P.S. Keep the prayers coming mom!!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
What Was I Thinking....
Initially, I was planning on boycotting this blog. I thought it would be extremely repetitive and time consuming, and couldn't see how anyone would want to read it other than my mom and maybe jackie. But since I was bombarded with criticism on my second day of the ride, I gave in. So here we go...
The trip started out great. We ate breakfast at golden dolphin, my favorite diner of all time. It felt just like old times, rushing to scarf down fresh squeezed OJ and chocolate chip pancakes before camp started up. This was followed by a pit stop at my house to pick up my things and straight to st anthonys where we hijacked a minibus and traveled to the B.X. big ups to quinn for being an excellent driver and zoning out midway through conversations. We arrived safely, unloaded the bus, and began to assemble ourselves.
Just as we arrived at the new stadium to take our starting photo against the wall, the sky decided to give us a taste of what we could expect later that day. We made a few pitstops along the way- hardware store to adjust my bike, hudson river to re-energize and give directions to a stranger, gas station for some fresh water and the best looking bathroom i've ever seen... and about 10 minutes after stating what great weather we were having, the sky OPENED UP. Thunder in the background, puddles across the road, and raindrops so big I couldn't see anything in front of me. I was soaked, cold and nervous. As ridiculous as it was, I loved it.
We continued to trek along for several miles, stopping only to make sure we were all alive and relatively together, until we reached the diner for lunch. We first asked permission to sit and eat, considering we were completely soaked and each had pools in our sneakers. I, of course, had a veggie burger, while the boys ate manly meals of meat and fries.
About 15 minutes after leaving the diner, billy decided to get a flat. With the help of a roadside bike guide, all four of our efforts and a solid 20 minutes to change, he had a new tire. Keep in mind it was still pouring. And this is about where I "pulled the trigger" in someone's front lawn, of course with them watching. Needless to say, I won't be having any more v.b.'s on this trip.
The rest of the day went on with some pretty intense hills, a few stops to rest and re-fuel, and a lot of asking John "how much farther."
I'd say about 2.5 hours before we ended, I hit a wall. I physically couldn't make my legs pedal anymore. Each time we came to a hill (which was A LOT), I knew I would work my butt off to climb it and end up walking the top half. I couldn't believe how fast Mr Corrao and Mr Mullady got to the top. What, like they've done this before? Seriously props to you guys. If we were giving out awards to the two top riders of our group, I'd vote for you.
When we finally got to the Leightons' house for our first night, my legs were burning beyond belief. I couldn't even carry my panniers up the front steps (thanks John and Timy.) I immediately fell on the floor and didn't get up until dinner. The night ended with some homemade guac (which Billy and I housed, john got to lick the spatula), a glass of cabernet, and the most delicious pizza I've ever had. And that's about it. I passed out on the pull-out right after dinner while the boys ate brownies and icecream.
Day #2 has been MUCH better.... but I'll talk about that at another time...
The trip started out great. We ate breakfast at golden dolphin, my favorite diner of all time. It felt just like old times, rushing to scarf down fresh squeezed OJ and chocolate chip pancakes before camp started up. This was followed by a pit stop at my house to pick up my things and straight to st anthonys where we hijacked a minibus and traveled to the B.X. big ups to quinn for being an excellent driver and zoning out midway through conversations. We arrived safely, unloaded the bus, and began to assemble ourselves.
Just as we arrived at the new stadium to take our starting photo against the wall, the sky decided to give us a taste of what we could expect later that day. We made a few pitstops along the way- hardware store to adjust my bike, hudson river to re-energize and give directions to a stranger, gas station for some fresh water and the best looking bathroom i've ever seen... and about 10 minutes after stating what great weather we were having, the sky OPENED UP. Thunder in the background, puddles across the road, and raindrops so big I couldn't see anything in front of me. I was soaked, cold and nervous. As ridiculous as it was, I loved it.
We continued to trek along for several miles, stopping only to make sure we were all alive and relatively together, until we reached the diner for lunch. We first asked permission to sit and eat, considering we were completely soaked and each had pools in our sneakers. I, of course, had a veggie burger, while the boys ate manly meals of meat and fries.
About 15 minutes after leaving the diner, billy decided to get a flat. With the help of a roadside bike guide, all four of our efforts and a solid 20 minutes to change, he had a new tire. Keep in mind it was still pouring. And this is about where I "pulled the trigger" in someone's front lawn, of course with them watching. Needless to say, I won't be having any more v.b.'s on this trip.
The rest of the day went on with some pretty intense hills, a few stops to rest and re-fuel, and a lot of asking John "how much farther."
I'd say about 2.5 hours before we ended, I hit a wall. I physically couldn't make my legs pedal anymore. Each time we came to a hill (which was A LOT), I knew I would work my butt off to climb it and end up walking the top half. I couldn't believe how fast Mr Corrao and Mr Mullady got to the top. What, like they've done this before? Seriously props to you guys. If we were giving out awards to the two top riders of our group, I'd vote for you.
When we finally got to the Leightons' house for our first night, my legs were burning beyond belief. I couldn't even carry my panniers up the front steps (thanks John and Timy.) I immediately fell on the floor and didn't get up until dinner. The night ended with some homemade guac (which Billy and I housed, john got to lick the spatula), a glass of cabernet, and the most delicious pizza I've ever had. And that's about it. I passed out on the pull-out right after dinner while the boys ate brownies and icecream.
Day #2 has been MUCH better.... but I'll talk about that at another time...
"Of course it's hard, that's what makes it great..."
The first thing I have to do in this blog is apologize to my fellow riders for my poor, poor attitude in the beginning (and maybe the middle, and a little towards the end) of day one. The day started great, but the ride did not. First, I left some vital tools in my trunk (I think), and could not raise Meagan's seat to its proper height [inner monologue of Corrao and MacMenamie parents reading this blog: "And I told this kid to watch out for her...She's in trouble."] Second, my tires were underinflated and we did not have a pump to fill them with and the CO2 gun refused to cooperate initially. Once we got on our way, things started to pick up a bit. I told the others that my only goal of the ride was to not walk any hills (That's for you Quinn). Well, whaddaya know, no sooner do I utter these words then that ornery b*tch irony reared her ugly head. Within minutes I have to walk up a hill because of a wrong turn and the laws of physics...So much for that! At this point, I am NOT a happy camper. It sounds ridiculous I know, but goals are goals. I'm not going to lie, I would have been content had I made it to, say, Day 4 or 5 and THEN I walked one, but DAY ONE! C'mon! So, that's it, right? Nothing else could go wrong, right? Wrong! I was the first victim of a flat tire and changing it was a frustrating process. Meagan's level head kept me from losing my cool (after she tossed her cookies {it wasn't an easy day for anyone}). We didn't arrive in Brewster until 9 pm, but don't worry readers, Brewster is exempt from the laws of nature and somehow the sun was still shining bright! We would never ride in the dark...That's just not safe.
Fortunately for the four of us, the Leightons were the epitome of hospitality and fed us, quenched our thirsts (we drank wine, sorry Bea!), and gave us a place to rest our weary bones. We woke up this morning, had our second satisfying meal provided for us and got on our way.
Leighton family, thank you for your assistane (and Krista, I'm sure John won't thank you, so I'll do it for him...Thanks for letting him use your Chocolate Mousse exfoliating cream. If you could let him know the brand he'd be eternally grateful). We would have been a disaster on the morning of Day 2 without all that you did for us!
That being said, Day 2 was GLORIOUS! It was sunny, less hilly (kind of), and just overall a better day. I've made a concerted effort to keep from getting frustrated about tiny occurrences, and I'm just trying to enjoy this remarkable albeit exhausting and crazy experience.
Finally, if you want to know what keeps us laughing 90% of the time on this trip (10% of our laughter is caused by sheer exhaustion), read the title to this entry and follow it with..."That's what she said." Yup...We're adults.
So it goes...
Fortunately for the four of us, the Leightons were the epitome of hospitality and fed us, quenched our thirsts (we drank wine, sorry Bea!), and gave us a place to rest our weary bones. We woke up this morning, had our second satisfying meal provided for us and got on our way.
Leighton family, thank you for your assistane (and Krista, I'm sure John won't thank you, so I'll do it for him...Thanks for letting him use your Chocolate Mousse exfoliating cream. If you could let him know the brand he'd be eternally grateful). We would have been a disaster on the morning of Day 2 without all that you did for us!
That being said, Day 2 was GLORIOUS! It was sunny, less hilly (kind of), and just overall a better day. I've made a concerted effort to keep from getting frustrated about tiny occurrences, and I'm just trying to enjoy this remarkable albeit exhausting and crazy experience.
Finally, if you want to know what keeps us laughing 90% of the time on this trip (10% of our laughter is caused by sheer exhaustion), read the title to this entry and follow it with..."That's what she said." Yup...We're adults.
So it goes...
"Nice Socks"
That was comment was directed at my by the server at Panera in Wappingers Falls. Apparently my pink argyle socks did not suit her fancy, but I digress.
Last night, it was brought up to me by the Leighton's that there is a NY bike trail. That route saved us a great amount of time and heartache. All the crazyness of Route 9 and roadkill for that matter was bypassed. It was like going down one of the green pipes Super Mario Brothers 3 and skipping the hard levels. Its not cheating, its ingenious. Not only were the Leightons amazing hosts, but also served as terrific navigators. Thank you both so much.
Exhausted, sweaty, and smelly, I collapsed on a recliner last night. The first text message I see was from my buddy dash former roomy Erik. The last thing that he mentioned was how the weather was supposed to be beautiful today, and that made me feel a great deal better.
While riding down Route 9, we stopped at that Panera (where a former Dutchess County Community College scholar took a cheap shot at me). Billy and Meg Mac asked if either Timer (pronounce Time Er) or I saw the moped gang earlier. I thought that it was one of Billy's highly convincing lies but Meg confirmed it. Billy said that I would have been "sexually satisfied" at the sight of this Vespa gang. Im not going to lie, I was a little bummed that I missed it.
Going down 9, I was able to gain some momentum (momentum, moproblems) and passed the group. Going down a hill at a pretty fast clip I saw on the right hand side of the road, a red and white polka dotted person on a scooter. I got so pumped, this was definitely the Vespa gang. I first thought, "wait Billy didn't mention that they were clowns." I saw that the clown was waving, so I assumed that this person was trying to wave in customers to shops.
Turns out it was not a clown, just an elderly large woman, sitting on a rascal. She kept waving to cars and then saw me and gave me a wave. She was parked right at the exit of a shopping center on Route 9. I waved back. I was about to pass her when she shouted. "please help im stuck." I slammed on the brakes and stopped just short of her, and yeah sure enough her back wheels were stuck in the road. She told me that she was trying to get home, not knowing where home was I got in front of the scooter and tried to push her as she put her ride in reverse. She panicked, and told me to push her from behind. My fear was that if I pushed her from the back of the scooter and she is gunning the engine on that thing, shes going into two lanes of traffic and Im charged with involuntarily manslaughter
Tried from behind, and had to get my hands underneath the damn scooter, and the right tire ran over my fingers. She got out, and did a 360, either in celebration or she was testing out the shocks or something. The first words out of her mouth were "oh God Bless you." Quickly followed by, "can I buy you Planet Wings?" I thought about it, but I already had eaten Panera and two hotdogs (on a dare) earlier. She asked me for my name, I told her John. She sighed, grabbed her rather large bosom and said, "John's are always saving me." I stood there and said, well Im on a bike, so I gotta ride to Hyde Park." With that, we parted ways.
So, as I sit here in Donelly lab staring at the computer where I did my Capping project, I'm feeling good about myself. screw that Panera broad.
Last night, it was brought up to me by the Leighton's that there is a NY bike trail. That route saved us a great amount of time and heartache. All the crazyness of Route 9 and roadkill for that matter was bypassed. It was like going down one of the green pipes Super Mario Brothers 3 and skipping the hard levels. Its not cheating, its ingenious. Not only were the Leightons amazing hosts, but also served as terrific navigators. Thank you both so much.
Exhausted, sweaty, and smelly, I collapsed on a recliner last night. The first text message I see was from my buddy dash former roomy Erik. The last thing that he mentioned was how the weather was supposed to be beautiful today, and that made me feel a great deal better.
While riding down Route 9, we stopped at that Panera (where a former Dutchess County Community College scholar took a cheap shot at me). Billy and Meg Mac asked if either Timer (pronounce Time Er) or I saw the moped gang earlier. I thought that it was one of Billy's highly convincing lies but Meg confirmed it. Billy said that I would have been "sexually satisfied" at the sight of this Vespa gang. Im not going to lie, I was a little bummed that I missed it.
Going down 9, I was able to gain some momentum (momentum, moproblems) and passed the group. Going down a hill at a pretty fast clip I saw on the right hand side of the road, a red and white polka dotted person on a scooter. I got so pumped, this was definitely the Vespa gang. I first thought, "wait Billy didn't mention that they were clowns." I saw that the clown was waving, so I assumed that this person was trying to wave in customers to shops.
Turns out it was not a clown, just an elderly large woman, sitting on a rascal. She kept waving to cars and then saw me and gave me a wave. She was parked right at the exit of a shopping center on Route 9. I waved back. I was about to pass her when she shouted. "please help im stuck." I slammed on the brakes and stopped just short of her, and yeah sure enough her back wheels were stuck in the road. She told me that she was trying to get home, not knowing where home was I got in front of the scooter and tried to push her as she put her ride in reverse. She panicked, and told me to push her from behind. My fear was that if I pushed her from the back of the scooter and she is gunning the engine on that thing, shes going into two lanes of traffic and Im charged with involuntarily manslaughter
Tried from behind, and had to get my hands underneath the damn scooter, and the right tire ran over my fingers. She got out, and did a 360, either in celebration or she was testing out the shocks or something. The first words out of her mouth were "oh God Bless you." Quickly followed by, "can I buy you Planet Wings?" I thought about it, but I already had eaten Panera and two hotdogs (on a dare) earlier. She asked me for my name, I told her John. She sighed, grabbed her rather large bosom and said, "John's are always saving me." I stood there and said, well Im on a bike, so I gotta ride to Hyde Park." With that, we parted ways.
So, as I sit here in Donelly lab staring at the computer where I did my Capping project, I'm feeling good about myself. screw that Panera broad.
Momentum or die trying
First I feel I should make some comments about yesterday since I was so damn tired when it came time to blog that I just passed out. I knew we were in for a long day when I started to get to the point where I was stopping half way up some of the bigger hills and walking my bike. For those of you who know me well enough to know the little baby tomato story you may skip a few sentences. For everyone else prepare to be regaled by on of my bad jokes. There a mommy tomato, a daddy tomato and a little baby tomato walking down the street. The baby tomato is laggin behind and laggin behind so finally the daddy tomato goes back and beats the baby tomato to a pulp and says, "hey catch up". Yesterday I felt like the baby tomato only without the beating part and the daddy tomato getting pissed off. We finally got to the house and the hurting stopped for now.
So enter this morning. Most people would think that the thing that would hurt the most after nearly fifty mile in one day would be the legs and at least in my case those people would be wrong. Surprisingly my shoulders were one of the worst parts. We got prepped and we were on our way. I did have the opportunity today to take Katrina's advice and put ice in my water. It didn't last all that long but it was good while it lasted. Yesterday I told John that my favorite road so far was rt 100 in New York because it had been pretty good as far as hills were concerned. It proceeded to throw up hills with a vengeance. Then today we were on rt 301 which had some amazing views of some reservoirs and some was pretty good for hills. I then made the mistake of telling John that my new favorite was 301. Yeah it happened again. I have now sworn off of saying that I like roads till we are off them never to go back. After that we hit the rt 9 bike trail which was pretty good and we got panera for lunch. Due to circumstances it makes the top 10 best meals. Now we are blogging four at a time in the Donnelly hall computer lab and will be leaving shortly to head to our destination for the night in Hyde Park. So remember keep it classy San Diego. P.S. Thank you very much to the Leighton's for their amazing hospitality.
So enter this morning. Most people would think that the thing that would hurt the most after nearly fifty mile in one day would be the legs and at least in my case those people would be wrong. Surprisingly my shoulders were one of the worst parts. We got prepped and we were on our way. I did have the opportunity today to take Katrina's advice and put ice in my water. It didn't last all that long but it was good while it lasted. Yesterday I told John that my favorite road so far was rt 100 in New York because it had been pretty good as far as hills were concerned. It proceeded to throw up hills with a vengeance. Then today we were on rt 301 which had some amazing views of some reservoirs and some was pretty good for hills. I then made the mistake of telling John that my new favorite was 301. Yeah it happened again. I have now sworn off of saying that I like roads till we are off them never to go back. After that we hit the rt 9 bike trail which was pretty good and we got panera for lunch. Due to circumstances it makes the top 10 best meals. Now we are blogging four at a time in the Donnelly hall computer lab and will be leaving shortly to head to our destination for the night in Hyde Park. So remember keep it classy San Diego. P.S. Thank you very much to the Leighton's for their amazing hospitality.
"There is no way we missed it....wait, what are we looking for again?"
Corrao had a brilliant idea on the way back from Boston. "What if we had someone drop us off at Yankee Stadium in one of the Saint Anthony's buses." That would have been way more convenient then having to take the train into the city then getting on the subway. Quinn came through big time.
Last year, Alex, Liz, and myself got up late and missed the train to the city. We were rushed and did not get a solid meal before we headed out. This year, we got breakfast at the Golden Dolphin before our little odyssey with some friends. Jim, Molly, and Darryl, thanks so much for having a meal with us before we left.
Then For the first time, I had the map, and I was responsible for getting us to our destination. (Bea, I do not know how you did it, I was a wreck.) This is the third year, heading up to Boston and we found a new route to use. It took us much longer getting out of the Bronx and Yonkers. I don't think it was the physical toll of the trip (at that point) but more of the traffic and congestion in those areas. The weather was not to cooperate either. We stopped at a Hardware store in the Bronx so that we can adjust Meagan's seat so her knees would not hit her in the face.
Some traditions continued, i.e. getting flat tires. Billy was the first victim. He and Meg changed it in the rain like pros. WE ate at the Landmark Diner in Ossingsing again. This time I did not feel like I had to throw up after my turkey wrap.
Like everything else this was a learning experience. We left a little too late yesterday and by the time we got to our destination it had just gotten dark. Riding in the dark is as fun as it sounds. I was getting nervous about it, but we were very close to our final destination. (Don't tell Jean)
Our hosts for night one are the Leightons. They made an amazing dinner last night, homemade pizza. There was guac, but Billy and Meg ate it all.
Mrs. Leighton just but breakfast down, so I am out.
Last year, Alex, Liz, and myself got up late and missed the train to the city. We were rushed and did not get a solid meal before we headed out. This year, we got breakfast at the Golden Dolphin before our little odyssey with some friends. Jim, Molly, and Darryl, thanks so much for having a meal with us before we left.
Then For the first time, I had the map, and I was responsible for getting us to our destination. (Bea, I do not know how you did it, I was a wreck.) This is the third year, heading up to Boston and we found a new route to use. It took us much longer getting out of the Bronx and Yonkers. I don't think it was the physical toll of the trip (at that point) but more of the traffic and congestion in those areas. The weather was not to cooperate either. We stopped at a Hardware store in the Bronx so that we can adjust Meagan's seat so her knees would not hit her in the face.
Some traditions continued, i.e. getting flat tires. Billy was the first victim. He and Meg changed it in the rain like pros. WE ate at the Landmark Diner in Ossingsing again. This time I did not feel like I had to throw up after my turkey wrap.
Like everything else this was a learning experience. We left a little too late yesterday and by the time we got to our destination it had just gotten dark. Riding in the dark is as fun as it sounds. I was getting nervous about it, but we were very close to our final destination. (Don't tell Jean)
Our hosts for night one are the Leightons. They made an amazing dinner last night, homemade pizza. There was guac, but Billy and Meg ate it all.
Mrs. Leighton just but breakfast down, so I am out.
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