On Monday July 4, 2005 my family was
planning to visit Carol and Barryís residence for our annual Huntington
Woods fireworks party. We donít leave for Huntington Woods until around
4:00 pm so there is plenty of time before hand for a bike ride. Everyone
is busy and sometimes traveling so it is not unusual for these holiday
rides to be small groups. This day it was only Pete and me again.
We had three rather large overgrown
pine trees on the left side of my front yard taken down recently. I am
now in the process of cleaning up the leftover woodchips from the stump
grinding and taking away some of the dirt to flatten out the land where
the trees used to be located. Pete still has the narrow trenches next to
his driveway that he has been talking about filling in for a long time. I
told Pete he could take some of the dirt from the tree removal. Pete came
by in his new Magnum with a few large plastic totes and pails. We filled
up the totes and pails with dirt and before Pete left he suggested a bike
ride. I was ready for a break and agreed to meet Pete over at his house
in a few minutes.
We didnít have any plans for this
ride and since we started out somewhat late we knew it couldnít be a long
ride. I wanted to be back in time to get ready for Carol and Barryís
without rushing. The weather was perfect for a ride, warm and sunny but
not too hot. Steve had just recently repainted his driveway black and he
was worn out from this job so he didnít ride with us. We rode by Steveís
house on the way to the trail and I must say Steve did an excellent job,
the driveway is nice and uniformly freshly painted black. I guess it is a
rule in Steveís subdivision that your driveway has to be black, seems like
a strange rule to me, but what do I know.
On the way to the Paint Creek Trail
(PCT) we go down the Dutton hill just east of Pete and Steveís
subdivisions. Dutton is a dirt road in that area and if the surface is
somewhat smooth and you are brave you can gather quite a bit of speed
going down this hill. I think we could break the club speed record on
this road, but it is usually a bit rough and a fall on this dirt road
traveling at a rate over 35 mph wouldnít be pretty.
We headed south on the trail toward
Rochester. Since it was such a nice day it didnít surprise me to see a
lot of people out on the trail. We saw people walking, jogging and riding
bikes. We didnít see the horse back riders that we run into
occasionally. There was so much traffic on the trail Pete and I had to
ride single file most of the way.
It only take a couple minutes to
reach Rochester from Dutton. We even timed the Tienken Road crossing so
we didnít have to wait, this is unusual. Since it was lunch time we
thought it would be nice to eat at Penn Station. A lot of the places were
closed for the July 4 holiday, including Penn Station. We
had to find another place to eat. We rode up and down Rochester Road
looking to see what was open. There were a few places open, but the
majority of places were closed. We ended up stopping at a Subway. The
daily special at subway was a turkey and ham sub. This is what I usually
get and Pete claimed it was his favorite, so we both got the special.
Pete got his toasted. I think this is Subways attempt at competing with
Quiznos. Subway subs are quite good and I think the toasting just dries
out the bread. In my opinion their process of toasting is just off a
little bit, it doesnít make the sandwich better. It does melt the cheese
a little but it just dries out the bread too much.
On the way home Pete wanted to stop
off somewhere to get some beer. Even though Steve didnít go with us on
this ride he was planning to go swimming at Peteís once we were done.
Apparently Pete invited Steve over for a beer and he didnít have any at
home. We stopped at a drug store and Pete picked up a six pack of 16 oz
Miller Lite in plastic bottles. At first Pete suggested I put the Beer in
my burrito basket, I think he was just joking. There was no way the beer
would fit in the burrito basket. Pete just carried the beer by hanging
the plastic bag from the left side of his handle bars. I took a picture
of Pete with his beer and will post it at the end of this story.
I told Pete to be careful with the
beer hanging from his handle bars, I knew it would throw off the balance
of his bike. He started out fairly well, but the first time he had to
make a turn he almost fell due to the excessive weight on one side. That
would have been quite a sight, Pete sprawled on the ground on top of his
bike with bottles of beer scattered about. Needless to say I had my phone
camera on the ready in anticipation of a potential fall. I guess Iím glad
to say that Pete maintained his balance and never did fall. At least he
was thinking when he bought the plastic bottles of beer, if he did fall at
least the beer would have survived.
I passed on the swim and headed home
and Pete headed to his house to meet Steve. I hope they waited a couple
minutes before opening their beers, otherwise they might have sprayed beer
all over themselves and anyone else standing nearby. Following are the
ride statistics from this ride, 12.2 total miles, 28.5 max speed, 11.0 mph
average speed and 1 hour and 6 minutes on bikes.