Confluence

The Connecticut could be worse.

I've been carrying on about the Source to Sea Cleanup for a long time now. Those of you who know me, know that I carry on about a great many things, but do not do them. This on the other hand actually took place.

I'm not actually drinking this.

We had 17 people show up at the Connecticut and Park's confluence. Some arrived by truck, some by car, some by bike, and some on foot. We were supposed to have some by boat, but they got injured or discouraged. We started at 10 and cleaned right on until 2:30 or so. I would say it was an unmitigated success. We cleaned the entire area we set out to do, unearthing a ton of trash. Maybe slightly more than a ton? I don't know, I'm not a scale. 

Some trash is dangerous!

We found dangerous a hunting knife, syringes, a canoe, a bumper, and 40 million pieces of styrofoam. 

Isamu Noguchi rules!

Andy Hart gets photo credits on the second two river pictures.

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"Our Country is Full of Crazy People"

I might be crazy, but I have been using my powers of empathy recently to understand why, exactly, without fail, I see people cycling on the left side of the road, going against traffic. Haven't they the privilege to spend valuable time surfing the web and stumbling upon this essay? Haven't they seen the dozens of bloody wrong-way bicycle accidents that happen every day in Hartford? Okay, maybe there aren't dozens in Hartford, but here's one in Norwich.

Ken Kifer clearly isn't crazy (amazing!), and he thoroughly discusses why cycling on the left side of the road is much more dangerous than cycling on the right side of the road, although I wonder where he got his charts from (No citation or explanation Ken!). If you don't want to link to the page, here's his summary of the dangers:

"when cycling on the wrong side, the chances of not being seen by motorists who are turning or pulling out increases, the number of passing vehicles increases, the time needed to avoid an on-coming vehicle decreases, the chance of finding a safe place to pull off the road decreases, the speed of impact increases, the braking distance decreases, and the liability lies with the cyclist."

As with our chances of electing somebody sane for president, the problem, as my crazy friend Joe Barber puts it, is that "Unfortunately Joel, our country is full of crazy people".

My understanding increased dramatically in one conversation with a crazy young man who used to be in my care at a 24-hour supervision youth facility. I ran into him recently, five years after our respective stints in "the joint".

I was excited to hear him say that he had been bicycling everywhere to get around, "on account of not being able to drive a car." I excitedly told him about critical mass, thinking he would love the feel of solidarity with other crazy cyclists...

I was mildly disappointed with his blank look, thinking perhaps I hadn't explained it well enough.

"No, no, Joel, I get it," he replied slowly. "I just could never do that because I ride on the other side of the road."

I reacted dramatically: "On the LEFT side?! Why do you do that?! That's super-dangerous man!" Obvious unspoken subtext: "As a cyclist on the right side of the road, you are entitled to all the rights and responsibilities of a motorist! Isn't that glorious!"

He replied again with his quiet, deliberate manner of speaking: "Well, yeah, but you know, I have a small problem with people sneaking up behind me. I get totally freaked out."

Completely understandable. What do you tell somebody who has this problem and chooses to bicycle anyway?

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Bike Racks on Metro-North!

OK, so technically, this photo isn't such a good illustration for this post, because the post has to do with taking full-sized bikes on Metro-North during peak hours, while this is, of course, my beloved Xootr Swift Folder, which is allowed at all times (because it folds - hence the name), but you know what? The post also isn't about Hartford, because the Beat is still under the cruel tyranny of Amtrak rail service, so back up off me, OK? It's a picture of a bike at a Metro-North station, and that's good enough.

Clearly, my frequent exhortations to the powers that be, in which I sing the praises of multi-modal commuting and the need for Metro-North to become more bicycle friendly, have swayed M. Jodi Rell and Metro-North's Grand High Vice-Chancellor (whoever that may be): They're actually going to put some bike racks on some trains on the New Haven Line. As you may know, bicycles are currently not allowed on peak trains (on the theory (I suppose) that they don't even let bike commuters live in Darien anyway), forcing commuters to drive to the stations and park there, or (God forbid) take the bus to the train station (and bus riding is another activity forbidden by Darien and Westport municipal ordinances for being too declasse). The new plan is to put bike racks on some peak trains as a pilot program, without removing seats. I can't find any specific info on how they plan to do this, aside from one story saying they might put make bikes share space with the handicapped seating area (which doesn't seem so bad until you have to ride your bike home from Harlem to Bridgeport because a guy in a wheelchair got onto the last Connecticut-bound train at 125th Street). I don't understand why they can't use some of the bar cars for this purpose (except that I do understand because all those alcoholics will go absolutely crazy if some nerdy bike commuters are the reason they can't numb the pain of their suburban ennui with anything stronger than a tallboy of Budweiser), but whatever, a pilot program is better than no program. So, thanks, Metro-North, for taking a good first step.

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Carl's Bike

This isn't actually Carl's bike. But this is what it looks like.

I work with a guy named Carl.

He's a great guy. I think he's in his early 70s. He is past the normal retirement age, but he doesn't want to retire. And I know our company doesn't want him to retire. As another coworker once told me, "we're here because of Carl." He's a senior scientist, and is, to put it succinctly, a genius. He never wanted fame, or fortune, or any type of crazy stock-riddled compensation. No. Carl likes to do what he does.

He's one of the most gentle people I've ever known. All he wants to do is tinker in his corner in the lab, where he comes up with lots of brilliant new ideas and solutions to a lot of tough problems at my engineering company. When they force him to take vacation, I think he just likes to work on his bikes in his garage in East Hartford. Oh yeah, Carl is a cyclist.

We have our office in East Hartford so Carl can bike to work from his home on Forbes St. Carl has told me how he finds bikes on the side of the road and fixes them up. You see, Carl was one of the chief inspirations when I decided to buy a bike to start commuting to work in the first place. He bikes to work just about every day. Heat or rain. Mud or snow. Carl bikes in on his trusty 1960s era Raleigh 3-speed with a Brooks saddle. When I got my bike he came out to the warehouse which was the only place we could store things like bikes in our old building and gave it a real look-over. We talked about bikes and accessories for the better part of an hour. I told him I was committed to bike in year-round too. I like to think we bonded over that. Comments soon came at me from other coworkers: "You rode in today? Who do you think you are...Carl?" "But it's snowing out! You aren't becoming another Carl, are you??" Before I started, it was just kooky ol' Carl riding his bike in like some sort of eccentric. When I started and gas prices went up...well, maybe Carl wasn't so kooky after all.

Thursday, Carl's bike was stolen.



It was stolen right from in front of my office building. We have 2 buildings, a couple blocks away from each other in the Prestige Park industrial park in East Hartford. When Carl has to go between them, he usually rides over. My building has a set of stairs at the entrance, so there's no easy way to get a bike inside, and since it's set back from the road a bit, it's a corporate park and he's not there very often, Carl usually just sets his Raleigh 3-speed on its kickstand out front by the bushes and takes it back to his building when he's goes back. Thursday around 5 pm, I was at a workstation in my lab and Carl came up holding his vintage helmet. He asked me where my bike was. I told him I keep it in my office. Then he told me his was gone. They left his helmet that had been hanging on the handlebars on the ground.

If you've never been heartbroken before, the look on Carl's face would've fixed that. Whatever anger you have for any geopolitical situation you have wouldn't match the personal anger that hit me at that point. I couldn't believe it. I immediately in my anger ran outside looking for anything in my field of view that resembled a bike, or anyone who might still be riding it in the neighborhood. Of course that was futile. I checked the bushes. I checked the dumpster. I even ran over to the side street to look. We determined from talking to people entering and leaving the building that the theft occurred between 3 and 4 pm. I guess some school kids cross through the tech park, but who would steal an older gentleman's bike?

I don't often wish other people ill-will no matter what my disagreement with them. But whatever lowlife stole Carl's bike in East Hartford on Thursday afternoon: I hope you get head cancer and die.

This story has a happy ending.

On my way home Thursday, I took many detours. Scouring the neighborhood. Looking for any bikes. I wasn't alone. My coworker Mike took his motorcycle and did the same thing. Miraculously, he happened by a service station on Burnside Ave. and saw a bike abandoned on the side. It was Carl's Raleigh 3-speed with the Brooks saddle. Being on a motorcycle, he couldn't take it himself. He called back to the office and told our lab-guy Dave the situation. Dave gave Carl a ride over. Carl somehow got his bike back.
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Bike Everywhere

I've been biking everywhere lately, just as the CCBA is telling us to. I've been doing all my riding on my Raleigh Grand Sport,
and I've been in love with the Bontrager HardCase Racelite tires that I recently put on. I just don't get flats anymore.

I rode down through the floodplain in Wethersfield and Rocky Hill on Wednesday, entering on the Goff Brook Road off of Middletown Ave and exiting at the Rocky Hill Boat Ramp/Ferry terminal. This floodplain, a lot of it owned by a local turf farm, is gorgeous. There was some good birding down there, but mostly I was mostly scouting for places to park my new home: my pick up truck with a slide-in camper. If you live within 10 miles of Hartford and you are interested in hosting me on your property, contact me by email by clicking on my profile. I'll pay "rent".

On Thursday, I made my first ride to New Britain, which is actually a pleasant, easy ride as long as you avoid the Berlin Turnpike. I rode to Chesley Park, where the Connecticut Ultimate Club is holding fall league games under the lights. The ride back at 9:30 pm was nicer than the ride during rush hour.

What's stopping you from biking everywhere? If it's within ten miles, most non-health-related excuses are weak. Any money spent on bike gear like lights, tires, reflectors, tools, warm clothes, etc, is money well spent. Bicycling is the most efficient form of transportation known to man. It is much better than piling money into your car, which is the worst investment you can make.

Biking everywhere doesn't make you a saint. Even if it did, I wouldn't be one. I drive to Maine once a month. Sometimes in the winter I break down and hop in my truck to drive a mile and half to work. I don't beat myself up about it either.

One thing I like about biking everywhere is that I can scarf junk food with abandon and chalk it up to "fuel costs". Have I mentioned this before?

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Shared Parking/Bike Lanes

I would totally ride this drunk.

A co-worker and fellow cyclist, Jennifer, brought something to my attention today. She is an Asylum Hill resident and frequent user of Asylum Ave. As some of you may know, Asylum Ave has grown some new lines. Instead of being a four lane road with overheard arrows and x's to cause motorists to get confused on crash, they've made it a two lane road with a center turn lane to confuse motorists and make them crash. They're also added shared bike/parking/death lanes on the side. Some drivers (whom I'm pretty sure are all from West Hartford) have been outraged and the City is considering scrapping the new lanes going back to how it was. Jennifer thought I might be interested in fighting that decision because the street now includes a bike lane.

It's an interesting situation for the small segment of the population that thinks about this. We all (well, a number of us) don't like these shared lanes. They're far from the ideal and create a number of problems. So, the question is: "Would we rather have no bike lanes or bad bike lanes?" Personally, I vote no bike lanes over bad bike lanes. But what do others think?

As an aside, I also like that Asylum Ave has become the most dangerous road around. There was the guy inexplicably tried to run me off the road last month and then the nine car pile up the next week. It finally lives up to its name as a crazy road for crazy people.

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Also, remember that we're cleaning the river this weekend. A guy emailed me and he's bringing a canoe. I love canoes! Oct 4 11am - 2pm (or 10am if you're super gung ho) @ the confluence of the Park and Connecticut Rivers. Wear pants!

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From the Times

The New York Times
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/28/nyregion/connecticut/28bikect.html?ref=connecticut

September 28, 2008
Recreation
Road Bumps for an 84-Mile Canal Trail
By GREGORY B. HLADKY

SIMSBURY

MARK Lander, a bicycling enthusiast, calls this section of the Farmington Canal Heritage Greenway “my favorite ride in Connecticut,” and he hopes someday to be able to bicycle all 84 miles of the proposed recreational trail.

“I can’t wait ’til they get more of this done,” the Old Lyme resident said earlier this month as he and his son took a break from bicycling.

But at age 66, Mr. Lander isn’t sure he’ll still be pedaling by the time the entire stretch of the New Haven-to-Northampton, Mass., path is finally finished. “I suspect it’s going to take a while,” he said.

It has been 17 years since federal financing was allocated for the ambitious recreational trail, and key elements of the project have hit some snags:

In Plainville, activists are struggling to work out a deal with a still-active railway to use a portion of the line’s right of way. A stopgap measure of an on-road route to link completed sections of the trail in Farmington to the north and Southington to the south is under consideration.

In New Haven, the federal government has filled in a portion of an old rail tunnel that could have taken the bike trail under the city’s downtown. For security reasons, the F.B.I. didn’t like the idea of a tunnel running under its New Haven headquarters. A study is under way to plan an aboveground detour.

In East Granby, a long-awaited project to rehabilitate a 300-foot railway trestle to carry the trail over the Salmon Brook just got under way and won’t be completed until 2009. The state-designed work is expected to cost about $800,000 — a figure supporters of the bike path say is unnecessarily high. State officials insist the bridge must have a new concrete deck to carry emergency vehicles.

The Farmington Canal project in Connecticut has cost about $28.5 million since federal funds became available in 1991, state officials say. In this state, federal funds cover 80 percent of the cost and local communities put up the rest. In Massachusetts, the state finances the 20 percent local share.

“It’s been enormously successful,” said R. Bruce Donald, president of the Farmington Valley Trails Council.

He said a computerized laser counter on the trail in Simsbury logged 114,000 individual visits by walkers and bikers between November 2006 and November 2007.

“This year, the number is looking more like 190,000,” Mr. Donald said. He believes the big increase is due in part to more people using the trail to commute to work, especially since the price of gasoline has skyrocketed. “This isn’t just recreation — it’s alternative transportation,” he said.

The path follows roughly the same trail as the Farmington Canal, which opened in 1835. Boats carrying agricultural and industrial goods were able to travel with ease from New Haven all the way to the Connecticut River in Northampton.

Dreamers originally envisioned extending the canal all the way to the Canadian border. But flood damage and opposition from farmers pushed maintenance costs so high that expenses far outpaced toll revenue.

The canal was effectively closed down by 1843, just as railroads were beginning to take over as the prime method of transportation. The Farmington Canal had a much longer second life as a ready-made railroad route, one that remained in use until the 1980s.

The effort to give the Farmington Canal a third incarnation as a multi-use trail has had its greatest success in northern Connecticut.

Once the bridge over the Salmon Brook is completed, there will be a continuous 21.5-mile path from Farmington north to Massachusetts.

“What’s neat about all this is that it’s one of the first times I know of where you can use a multi-use trail like this for commuting, shopping, as well as just recreation,” said Mr. Donald.

The southern section of the Greenway, from Plainville to New Haven, will eventually cover 30.2 miles and is the primary focus of the Farmington Canal Rail-to-Trail Association.

Norman A. Thetford, the group’s executive director, said just 13.1 miles of the trail have been completed in Southington, Cheshire, Hamden and New Haven. He said many members of the group ask him when they will be able to use the trail to commute to New Haven.

Robert B. Rakowski, a state transportation supervising engineer, estimated it would take an additional $8 million to $9 million over five years to finish the New Haven pathway. “It’s one of the most difficult sections,” he said. “It’s going to have a lot of different agencies involved.”

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I can't understand why the FBI wouldn't want a tunnel under them.

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World in Crisis: Electoral Edition

Just below this post, Brendan speculates (more cogently than he gives himself credit for) on how the impending financial apocalypse will trickle down to the two-wheeled set. Naturally, everything that happens will depend, at least to a certain degree, on whom we elect as our next president. The winner of the election has been a matter of considerable speculation of late, and I am glad to say the need for conjecture is over. Just remember the old slogan, "As goes the sale of candidate-specific coffee cups at the 7-11 on Prospect and Park, so goes the nation," then feast your eyes on the following irrefutable photographic proof of Barack Obama's coming victory:


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The World in Crisis

Yeah, it's a Homestar Runner picture. Don't make fun of me.

I don't like Maureen Dowd very much, but I seem to read her columns without fail. Today she was writing about some problem with Bush being emasculated and having to put the presidential seal on his mountain bike. Throughout the column there's some more stuff about him riding his bike as some kind of escapism. I'm not sure if she's talking about the bike stuff because bikes exist in the popular consciousness as puerile and she's calling Bush a child with no sense of leadership because he rides a bike; she probably is and she sucks. Anyway, I'm digressing. I don't like Bush either, but I do like mountain biking. So, I'm kind of torn, because she's using the mountain bike to make fun of him that pisses me off. I'm also pissed because Bush gives mountain biking a bad name. Couldn't he ride a recumbent and continue to give that a bad name? Ok, I'm digressing again

The point of this poorly conceived post was what does the international financial crisis have to do with bicycles? There must be some effects. I heard a piece on NPR the other day about Service Master (they own Terminex, among other things) and how they're being affected. They're having problems because the credit markets that allow them to get loans as they wait for customers' checks to clean are suddenly tight and its complicating their operating ledger.

So, are times getting more difficult for messengers because crumbling financial giants have no more documents to send around town? Are bike paths becoming more crowded during work hours because newly unemployed financial workers are finally getting around to riding those $7000 Pinarellos they bought on a whim? Is bike theft on the rise because of the high cost of scrap metal? (I think that one is actually true.) What do you think?

Argh!

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Ah, Fall

(It's hard to follow a sobering pair of posts like those below with something lighthearted, but, well, here I go anyway.)

I rode to Middletown last night at 9:30 on one of my periodic car-retrieval missions, and for the first time, it felt unmistakably like autumn: Crisp, cool air; that particular sound that seems at first to be the slight movement and breathing of one person very closeby, but turns out to be many many dry leaves farther away; and the actual need for long sleeves and gloves. It was marvelous - much better than today's wet iteration of the season, which I also rode in, although not so happily.

The highlight came in Wethersfield, when I came upon some crazy person with her car stopped perpendicular to traffic, totally blocking the lane, with the engine running and bright headlights shining into an empty field. "What is this moron doing?" I thought to myself. Then I looked where her headlights were shining and saw a deer, frozen like, well, a deer in headlights. There were three of them there, not more than twenty feet from me, just chillaxing and being wild. Even after all the deer I have seen in my life (which are numerous), it is still neat to see them up close.

After a few minutes, I headed on down the road and all three deer started to gallop after me (perhaps mesmerized by my red blinky light or the goofy awesomeness of the Xootr). They followed me for about a block, which was just long enough for me to start entertaining notions of leading a crazy deer stampede all the way to Middletown (or all the way to Washington, to demand a redress of deer grievances from the government), then veered off into some wooded area. Here's a picture I took of the deer in headlights, which, while blurry, is worth clicking on to get a larger view:

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Bad news

Bicyclist Struck In West Hartford
By CHRISTINE DEMPSEY | Courant Staff Writer
9:49 AM EDT, September 26, 2008

WEST HARTFORD - A bicyclist and vehicle collided at Boulevard and Whiting Lane this morning. The accident was reported shortly after 8 a.m., police said.

The extent of the injuries of the male bicyclist -- an adult -- was not clear. According to a report from the scene, the bicyclist was conscious but dazed.

Police were continuing their investigation.

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Is this anyone we know?

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Bicyclist Down

(Disclaimer: This is not a photo from the accident, nor is it from West Hartford)

The Courant reported this morning that a bicyclist was struck by a car along Boulevard in West Hartford and although in a "dazed" state was otherwise not seriously injured. These types of incidents are always disconcerting, however, the fact that the accident took place two blocks from my house and along my daily commuter route makes it all the more unsettling. I know we cannot take more from the incident until more details come out but as I travel this route daily and as it is a major thoroughfare for bike commuters I can personally attest as to the need for 'real' bike lanes on this central artery connecting West Hartford and the Beat. Cars move far too quickly along this road and while there is a nice wide shoulder and decent road quality throughout the route the fact that parked cars and bikers share the same portion of this infrastructure it leads to a dangerous tendency for bikers to move between the road and the shoulder according to whether parked cars are in their way. I know this is one of the biggest taboos of bike commuting and a very dangerous practice, however, the road is too busy with auto traffic in both directions to take the lane all the time. This increases the propensity for the rider to constantly move from the road to the shoulder to allow drivers to move past at their rapid pace in order to decrease the likelihood of pissing them off and inciting an altercation. I have found myself many times frantically looking over my shoulder to check the lane while coming up upon a car parked in the parking shoulder... oh I mean bike lane... in order that I might take the lane without getting run over or hitting the parked car. This makes for a dangerous situation and an unstable bicycling experience. I have been fortunate thus far not to have been hit, to run into a parked car, or to simply dump it as I was glancing over my shoulder, but it seems someone this morning was not. Lets just hope they are ok and that the driver was not on their cell phone. Read more!

I knew higher gas prices were good for something!

Every blog post deserves a photo, but sometimes it's hard to find something appropriate (and a picture of a Metro-North train or of the governor would have been too predictable). So here's a picture I took one time of a yellow car called "Fury I," which is surely sort of fitting for a post about mass transit, right?

Governor M. Jodi Rell (or "M.," as her friends call her), announced the addition of more Metro-North trains in Connecticut yesterday, effective October 1. As a frequent Metro-North patron, I was happy to hear this, especially the following (from the Ridgefield Press): According to M., ridership on the New Haven line through August is up 5% compared to last year and intrastate ridership (i.e., trips that begin and end, like all of mine, in the Nutmeg State) is up 16% for the same period!

Could it be that car-loving Connecticut is finally getting wise to the glories of mass transit? (Maybe.) Is there an ever-growing army of folding-bike-toting, multi-modal commuters plying the railways? (Almost certainly not, but when there is, I will lead that army into battle.) This might just be what they call a teaching moment, and smart manufacturers of bicycles would be well advised to devise clever advertising and promotions that sell suburbanites on the glories of functional (rather than strictly recreational) two-wheeled travel (folding bike companies, I'm especially looking at you. Xootr, as we know, is staffed by clever geniuses who understand the real deal, but Dahon? Hello? This is the moment for you to hit the big time). Read more!

How Difficult Would It Be . . .

. . . to hijack a truck? Not that I would ever do such a thing, but, you know, sometimes I get tempted:



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Your bike picture of the day

Nothing so exciting, really. Just a bike route sign in West Haven because we hadn't had a bike picture of the day in a while. Read more!

To Middletown!

The sun sets behind the Arrigoni Bridge as we pedal toward Middletown.

On Friday, it was that same old story: Car in Middletown, self in Hartford, so I put the word out to the extended BBB family that I would be making the pilgrimage by bike at quitting time and sought riding companions (promising to drive people and their bikes back in my capacious Corolla). Considering the splendid early autumn weather (and my not insignificant interpersonal skills), you would think a great internet clamor would have arisen over who would claim the limited spaces in my car. But in fact, only Bianca stepped up.

Just as well, really - I wasn't sure exactly how I was going to fit two full-sized bikes and two people (and me and my Xootr) in the whip. In any event, it was an absolutely marvelous, leisurely ride. We took the East Hartford-Glastonbury-Portland route, and we took pictures. You can see them after the jump.



So long, Hartford!


Hello, East Hartford, you mighty industrial powerhouse on the banks of the Connecticut River!


Because I take bicycling seriously, but not too seriously, I dressed in business casual attire (it was Friday, after all).


Bianca, in contrast, showed a complete lack of respect for the austere and sober art of velocipede piloting.


In Glastonbury, we got on Route 17. I had forgotten that this road has an elevated, fast-highway-type section. It was a little alarming to be there on bikes, but kinda nice.


Luckily, Route 17 soon narrowed to a smaller (and actually more dangerous) two-lane road.


Had we not been racing (and raging) against the dying of the light, we might have stopped at one of the many enticing farm stands lining Route 17.


Instead, we stopped at a pumpkin patch, which featured a real-life farmer driving a real-life tractor, hearkening back to our state's agrarian roots.


This sign in Portland encapsulates what we all know so well: Old Maids = Bulky Waste.




Sunsets make for pretty scenery.


In Portland, the corn was as high as an elephant's eye.


Finally, with darkness falling, we reached the good old Arrigoni Bridge, which took us from Portland to Middletown.


Irrefutable photographic evidence that we crossed the river at 6:57 p.m.


Nous sommes arrivee!
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Johanna and Brendan ride a long way

I have this on a t-shirt now.

After complaining about not riding up and down enough a few weeks ago, Johanna and I decided to go to Vermont, where things go up and down a lot more.

On Saturday, we did the 11th Annual Claasen Memorial Northeast Kingdom Century and it was great. We saw lots of lakes and took no pictures, so I can only use a google image search to show you where we went. The route had four well stocked rest stops, and at one I got sneak into Canada. If you've got nothing to do on the third Saturday of September, I highly recommend the ride. Johanna liked it so much that she decided the standard 100 wasn't enough and added an extra sixteen mile jaunt to it. I wasn't as hardcore and was in dire need of beer, so I only rode 100.

This is Derby Line. The left side of the room is Quebec and the right side is Vermont. This rest stop is where I snuck into Canada. Don't tell anyone. Here's a Times article about it.

Johanna's family has a lake house up there, so it was fortuitous to learn the roads better so that we can better invent our own rides up there. You can only do the "books", Parker Pizza, East Albany, or Perron Hill loops so many times.

Lake Willougby is pretty.

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The Hartford Alleycat 4

Sean passing out the prizes

Sean has thrown this alleycat for four years now and really hooked up a great race this year. Baileyworks and Manhattan Portage sponsored with a few bags and there was plenty of PBR and Schaffer after the race at South Whitney House. Joel, Lauren, Krash, Tony and I rode the 30 mile Discover Hartford Bicycle Tour that morning/afternoon and then raced that night. I heard Valdez won a mountain bike race that morning as well. Wow. That's a lot of pedaling y'all.

the list from Sean...unsure of after 10 hub stati

1 Valdez
2 Tj
3 Goo (fixie)
4 Abe
5 Jeremy (fixie)
6 Chillwill
7 Ryan (fixie)
8 Krash
9 Lauren (fixie)
10 Dale
11 Jimmy
12 Drew
13 Nate
14 Sabrin
15 Rob
16 Shane (fixie)
17 Jeff
18 Dan
19 Joel
20 Steve T
21 Willy
22 Darcy
23 Katie
24 Orion
25 Brendon
26 Tony
DQ's Ashley Ross Smitty

ladies
1 Lauren
2 Sabrin

1st out of town Jeremy

The checkpoint on the East Hartford side of the Founders Bridge was a bit of a challenge due to the Pilobolus performance at the Riverfront Recapture tent/ampitheater. There were lots of people and rangers and cops along the park on top, which connects Constitution Plaza with the Founders Bridge. The more racers that passed through the area, the more the cops and security yelled. Eventually riders were being stopped and lectured and threatened with arrest! I heard some crazy stories and was super happy i got through very early on with little trouble.

I left Union Place and was about to head to Townley Street when i realized i skipped the freakin' Ancient Burial Ground checkpoint. Fuck! Shit! Damn! Hell! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I prolly lost 4 or 5 minutes backtracking and then rebacktracking right past Union Station again to get to Asylum Hill. ARRGGG! But i did ride extra hard at that point. Cussing myself helped alot.


Steve T, Tony and Rob

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Nate and Sabrin


Kristen and Bianca are always ready to sign yer manifest!



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Once More Unto the Bridgeport

As you read, you will see that this post is about a ride from Bridgeport to New Haven, meaning that it really should have been titled, "Once More Unto the New Haven." But that's dumb, and since I don't work for the New York Post, I don't often get to write punny headlines, let alone headlines that allude to Shakespeare, so allow me some poetic license, OK?

I've extolled the pleasures of intercity bicycle riding in Connecticut before, including the New Haven-to-Bridgeport 20-mile jaunt. But just as Brendan has observed that riding a mountain trail in the opposite direction from what you're used to turns it into a whole new trail, so, too, going from Bridgeport to New Haven feels different than the reverse, as I discovered yesterday. Either way, Route 162 is a fairly nice way to go - not nearly as busy as US 1, nor as infested with endless, sprawling, gaudy car dealerships. It has some hills, but nothing insurmountable, and there are a number of nice glimpses of the Sound. Also, perplexingly, there seems to be a CT Transit bus stop about every 100 yards, but no buses.

Most importantly, just a few days before undertaking this little voyage, I switched from a rear rack to a front basket on the Xootr (not in anticipation of the Park-City-to-Elm-City Invitational Tour, but because on some level, I'm never truly happy unless I'm modifying my bicycle in some way). (I used the stem-like part of the Crossrack with an old seatpost to create a lower, secondary handlebar, onto which I affixed a basket. This makes for a nice low center of gravity and the pin mechanism in the Crossrack makes it easy to remove. See pics below.)


This new setup proved much handier for quick jaunts when I'm carrying a heavy bag, since I can toss the bag in the basket instead of taking the time to secure it to the Crossrack in back with a complicated system of trusses and pulleys. More importantly, it serendipitously gave me the chance to live out my secret dream of being a charming, Audrey Tautou-esque young Frenchwoman who tools around with a fresh baguette in her bicycle basket. Why was this serendipitous? Because when I set out, heading east on Boston Avenue in Bridgeport, I had no idea that (a) upon reaching the turn for the Stratford train station, I'd suddenly decide to keep going straight toward New Haven, and (b) I'd stumble upon the Milford-Woodmont Farmer's Market at the corner of Rte. 162 (a.k.a. New Haven Avenue) and Merwin Avenue.

Naturally, finding myself on a bicycle with a basket, I had no choice but to purchase a fresh baguette (also, two pounds of fresh-caught haddock and some delicious goat cheese, or chevre, com on dit en francais), making the remainder of my ride whimsical and continental. I also saved $2.75 in trainfare, which financial windfall took the sting out of the high cost of the cheese and added further joie de vivre to my already Parisian level of gaiety. Read more!

Riverside Improvements

We could eat lunch on this.

The few of you who read this blog probably think that we don't care about anything but bikes. It's not true. In fact, we're always trying to write about our other interests, like water skiing, painting cats, NASCAR, carpentry, and techno, but our editors shoot the stories down. This post has slipped by because our editors are out sick today:

Come one, come all on October 4th to the confluence of the Park and Connecticut Rivers and help clean it up. In conjunction with the Connecticut River Watershed Council, the Beat Bike Blog is sponsoring a cleanup day there from 11am to 2pm. We all hang out by the river and often ride our bikes there, so it's our duty to clean it up. It should be a great day. Bring rakes and shovels, if you've got them, and the Watershed Council is providing bags and gloves. RSVP to me, Brendan, if you can make it and/or if you want more details. I haven't totally figured out the parking situation, so it's probably easiest if you come by bike. I assume you can park on Van Dyke Ave and I'll put up signs to direct people to the right place. More details will emerge when I'm totally certain about things. 

A map of the general area is below. If you zoom in, you can see where the Park River comes out from underground, that's the area where we'll be.

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For more info on the whole cleanup project, visit: http://www.ctriver.org/cleanup/cleanup2008.html. As a side note, I think it's really cool that they've translated all the cleanup stuff into Spanish.

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Area newspaper thinks that City-Promoting Event promoted the city well

There's an editorial in the Hartford Courant today about the 2008 Hartford Bike Tour that summed up the general feeling about the event thusly:

As one rider put it, "Wow!" The effect was stunning. If you see the city only from the highway, you are missing something. Hartford has well-documented difficulties, problems that need urgent attention. But to see the great city parks, the historic buildings, the new homes where dank housing projects used to be and the new schools is to realize that there is much here to fight for.

I wonder how they got their quote ("Wow!") from this "one rider" person? That's one hard-hitting interview and quite the display of journalism. They didn't even plug the Beat Bike Blog despite the fact that "one rider" was handing out handfuls of BBB stickers in his (or her) orange vest. Or so I would like to think...

And hey, in the comments so far, there's only one reference to bullet-proof vests!

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Hartford's Parks Vol. 1, Elizabeth Park

So I headed over to Elizabeth Park this morning to do some reading and I began to think about Hartford's Parks. As many who read this blog may recognize our fair city has a plentiful allotment of beautiful parks, many of which are highly under-appreciated and underutilized. Perhaps, I thought, people just do not recognize the wonderful resources at our toe clips, many of which less than a 15 minute bike ride from our front doors. This is the first of what will be a series of posts identifying and documenting our scenic local parks.

As I live and work in West Hartford the majority of my leisure time spent in parks is spent in my favorite, Elizabeth Park. Tucked between Asylum and Ferns Streets and straddling the West Hartford/Hartford line created by Prospect, Elizabeth Park was incorporated in 1900, the original plan the result of adaptations made to a former estate property by the first park superintendent, Theodore Wirth. The Eastern, or Hartford section of the park is 19 acres and the larger Western, or West Hartford side is 82 acres. The park's design is more a demonstration of gardening techniques and a showcase of the beauty of the park's flora rather than a unified design manifested in larger landscape parks such as Keney or Bushnell. In Elizabeth it is the beauty of the plantings that really captures the eye of the visitor, rather than the expansive view of rolling lawns and the grouping of trees. As can be seen in the photos above and below this intention is well-preserved and maintained today. Read more.











The rose gardens in the park, many would agree are its most notable feature and as being planted in 1904 are some of its oldest. Another impressive aspect is the park's pond, hand-dug and flooded by a small stream running through the park in 1898. The rustic stone bridges that span the pond add beauty and interest to the water feature.




Another great resource within the park is the Pond House Cafe, a great restaurant with amazing decor, great food, and obviously a beautiful backdrop.
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