The beer tasting festival at Martin Park offered oodles of local and not so local brews. Still wondering how I almost managed to miss this. CT event publicity leaves a bit to be desired.
Post festival I rolled over to the East Hartford transfer station to review the scrap dumpsters for fine pickings, and several fine pickings were had. New in box (circa 1973) Coleman stove and lantern, and a sterno fuel mount were premium picks. Also stashed a bench vise and Sturmey-Archer 3-spd bike that I will return for today.
The evening was capped with a flamboyantly illuminated, and remarkably well attended, sur-Real Ride, put on by the creative folks at Real Art Ways. A little nervous about so many (> 100) riders, many inexperienced, on the mean streets, but thankfully no one managed to off themselves. The ride entertained curious downtown denizens and revelers. Many asking, ' What is this?' I was asking the same question. Is this the tip of a bike culture iceberg in Hartford? Where are these cyclists the rest of the time? All in all a spectacular, firework punctuated party. Hopefully the success of Real Ride is a signal that bike commuting may eventually garner something more than an embarrassing less than one percent in metro Hartford.
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why do your pictures have a weird checker board pattern?
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