Brendan and I headed out for a mixed media ride on Saturday. Starting out down Main Street East Hartford, some a-hole driving a Porche Cayenne (am I restating the obvious?) laid on the horn a couple of times before revving by and taking a fast right onto Riverside Drive. I'm guessing it's because he never learned how to change lanes to pass. We spent the next mile discussing the best way to communicate with courteous drivers while wearing ski mittens or bulky black gloves at night - fist shaking and the facetious parade wave.
The temp was just around freezing with a good hard freeze last night. With the heavy rain this week, there was a sloppy mix of hard frozen mud, just barely frozen mud, and not at all frozen mud. The ride headed south on the east side of the river, through the Glastonbury Meadows with an attempt to get all the way to Portland fairgrounds, but unfortunately the water was up - and we found oodles of mud - backtracked to Old Maids Lane and were roundly insulted by the digital speed detector.
Then turned up Isinglass to Meshomasic State Forest for some speedy dirt roads. Brendan pulled off a spectacular endo trying to clear a downed tree. Seems he WAY over lifted the rear wheel due to concern with jamming his big ring into the rather sizable tree. Whatever caused it, I enjoyed watching the topple. Had several over bar bike dismounts of my own when attempting to roll some ridiculous tree falls. Hey, why not try? Maybe someday I'll get better and they'll look less ridiculous.
On Coldbrook Road, one of the most fucking bucolic streets around, we found these odd little ponies with beards. Left when one starting eating the other's shit. Shit eating bearded ponies.
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