19, 2006 was a cold and windy day, but still nice enough for a bike ride.
The sun was out taking some of the bite out of the air as we rode. Both
Bob and Pete joined me on this ride. We started out relatively early by
riding straight to the Greek Island for breakfast. Pete hadn’t eaten
yet so he was “starv’in”.
I can’t sleep
in on the weekends so I had already eaten breakfast a couple hours
earlier, but I still got an English muffin with my diet coke to have
something to munch on while Pete ate his breakfast special. Bob asked the
waitress if they had hard boiled eggs. At first she didn’t understand
what Bob said. She looked funny at him and said, “What?” Bob repeated
himself a little slower this time and he tried to speak very clearly.
This time she looked at him and said, “Do you mean poached?” Bob told her
he didn’t want poached eggs he wanted a hard boiled egg. She still didn’t
understand what Bob was talking about. She told us she was going to go
ask the cook if he knew about hard boiled eggs. Well, unlike when Pete
ordered Rocky style eggs and the waitress went and asked the cook and the
cook knew Rocky style was raw, this time apparently the cook didn’t know
what a hard boiled egg was, assuming the waitress ask him correctly. When
she returned she said, “The cook wants to know if you mean poached?” At
this point Bob was getting a little frustrated, he took a few seconds to
take in a couple deep breaths and came up with what he thought would be a
cleaver way to find out if they had hard boiled eggs. He asked her if
they made egg salad sandwiches. Bob’s thinking was if her could get her
to admit they made egg salad sandwiches then he could ask her where they
got the egg for the egg salad from. Pete and I were both trying hard not
laugh. Right after Bob asked his egg salad question the waitress got rid
of her confused look and looked at him and said, “Oh, you want an egg
salad sandwich.” Bob finally realized he was fighting a losing battle.
Bob told her no he didn’t want anything. After the waitress walked a way
both Pete and I could no longer hold back our laughter.
breakfast the three of us got back on our bikes and headed toward downtown
Rochester. We decided to turn down a side street we had never taken
before. It is always interesting to try new routes, it is the only way to
discover new areas. Sometimes we have to turn back if we run into a dead
end, but usually we find a way through. Today was no exception. We came
to an area where we appeared to hit a dead end. Pete wasn’t ready to turn
back, he rode up to a thick brush area where he promptly picked up his
bike over his head and carried it through the heavy brush. Bob and I did
the same thing and followed behind. Luckily we didn’t have to carry our
bikes too far, they get heavy quite fast when you are carrying them
straight over your head. Once we got through the brush we came to another
un-groomed area. This time we were able to walk our bikes through and we
came onto the Clinton River Trail. We started riding again once on the
looking for a book so we made a quick stop at Borders. We also rode
through the Toyoda dealer on Rochester Road to check out the cars.
talking about his computer and I can’t remember how we got on the subject,
but we started talking about wireless optical mice. Bob thought this was
a good idea and we stopped at Staples and did some shopping. Bob found
his mouse and even ended up getting a package deal with a mouse and
keyboard. On our way out Pete found a good deal on car window snow
scrapers that were on sale, so he both three of them. These weren’t small
scrapers, they were big and sturdy of fairly long length. I was curious
to see how Pete planned to carry these home. We came up with the idea of
taping them together, that way they wouldn’t be flopping around and be
relatively easy to balance on handlebars while riding. I had a role of
electrical tape in my burrito basket that did the trick. I took a couple
pictures with my phone and I will post them at the bottom of this page.
On the way
home we made one more stop at Summit Sports, again Pete was looking for
something. I waited outside while Pete quickly did his shopping. I don’t
think he purchased anything at this stop.
last stop we headed straight home along our regular route.
the statistics from this ride, 16.8 miles total, 20.0 max mph, 1 hr 46
minutes time on bikes and 9.4 average mph.