The world makes little sense to me. But, a nice Christmas Eve (and Hanukkah) bike ride to Berlin Bike and back through Watrous Park (the best place to ride a bike in America), the meadows, etc makes things seem much more positive.
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The world makes little sense to me. But, a nice Christmas Eve (and Hanukkah) bike ride to Berlin Bike and back through Watrous Park (the best place to ride a bike in America), the meadows, etc makes things seem much more positive.
Nothing says welcome to Hartford like a hastily abandoned pair of white hooker boots (size 11!) and an ATV on the sidewalk. This morning I rode down to my soon to be home on Alden Street for the mortgage appraisal (fingers crossed) and found these unexpected bonuses while walking around the block. The boots were right across the street on Alden and the ATV further down on Congress. A call to the Hartford Police Department resulted in a personal call from the South Green community officer and an impounded ATV. My respect for the HPD just ticked up a notch. My respect for the barefoot (possibly trans) hooker is through the roof.
The ride from Hartford to New Britain for the annual Bike Walk Connecticut dinner could have been worse.
But, it could have been much easier.
For years, the CT DOT has had a reputation for dismissing the needs of cyclists and pedestrians outright. Redeker's speech Tuesday evening intended to assure the public that the DOT has begun to move in a new (or very retro) direction by supporting the need of all residents to safely move from place-to-place.
Ray Rauth, the first chair of the CT Bicycle and Pedestrian Advisory Board, was the recipient of the President's Award.
CT DOT Commissioner James Redeker to Keynote Bike Walk Connecticut Annual Dinner Event, TUESDAY, December 13.More info if you want to enjoy yourself not as a member of the press? See bikewalkct.org
“I can’t give a complete answer that question because I have to save my fire power for delivery at Bike Walk CT’s Annual Dinner next week,” said the Commissioner at the recent CT League of Conservation Voters Environmental Summit in response to an audience question about CTDOT’s commitment to bicycle and pedestrian transportation. This annual event that includes a dinner, awards, and a silent auction is taking place at Central CT State University, Memorial Hall, Constitution Room. Members of the media are invited to attend the speaking program that gets underway at 7:45 and concludes by 8:30 pm. For more info, please contact Georgette Yaindl at 808-224-0219. Ride On.
My torts professors, Prof. Chill, had advice for exams, which I have next week. Actually, it's Sunday, so now it's this week. His advice was to get lots of sleep and exercise. I though that was excellent advice and adhered to it closely this weekend.
Dario and I headed north along the riverfront trails, when we could find the trails underneath all the felled trees. Lots of opportunities for trying to roll over trees, and some interesting tree piles. Dario was a witness to lots of entertaining tip overs and tangles, the most humorous being a dip in the creek by Loomis-Chafee. More time off bike than on and we did our part to clear some segments. Recommend a group ride with saws to do a bunch more clearing.
Found some excellent graffiti along the train tracks under I-91.
After the hike-a-bike we grabbed some coffee at Jo-Jo's and then I scooted over to Food Not Bombs to help cook. Another full day. Glad I'm moving to downtown Hartford.






So, I did two things today. First, I went under contract on a foreclosed condo in downtown Hartford. Second, and more importantly, I trailered a fucking couch. While walking the neighborhood in East Hartford, I spotted what appeared to be a serviceable couch about a mile from home. Having an empty condo in my near future, a couch would be nice. I'll put it next to my lazy boy, and I can have friends sit on it.
Normally couches are light things, mostly air and some cushions. I figured it would be an awkward but reasonable thing to trailer home, so I headed back out with my trusty flatbed topped with a 40 gallon Rubbermaid. My plan nearly ended when I pulled off the cushions and found ----- a sleeper sofa. No! Those suckers are heavy. Even with two folks carrying the ends the sleeper will tend to flop open and cause massive cursing during a move. I put a call in to a nearby friend with a truck. No answer. Time to make a bad decision. Do it anyway.
First load was the cushions and the mattress, which I figured would lighten things up for the Big Show. You can see that even the cushions were a silly sight at 10PM rolling through the suburbs. Loading the heavy, sloppy sleeper was a challenge with just one person. After lifting one end onto the Rubbermaid, I pushed and pulled the couch until it was precariously balanced atop the bin. The couch was perpendicular to the bike, and therefore to the street. To be safe I attached a blinky light on one of the aft bungees, crossed myself, and wobbled down the street.
The couch was perched on the back rack of the Huffy and the Rubbermaid bin, and this resulted in a very light front end that had to be countered with a firm forward lean. The lean on the rack also made for some unpredictable wobbling and a very limited turning radius. Proceeding home at 4-5mph I had a rough start due to the unexpected width and drunken swerves, taking out a couple of brush piles and trash cans. I had to ride right out in the middle of the lane and take up the whole thing to avoid clipping signs and mailboxes. There were many passing cars, and I was surprised to hear not one cat call or "What the hell are you doing?" They were shocked speechless. On the one small downhill I rode the brakes, maybe reaching 10mph. Just as I made it home, the couch was starting to cheat to the right and threatening a catastrophic tilt over.

There have been three bicycle commuter deaths on Burnside Avenue. This is especially scary as I occasionally ride Burnside. After the November crash, I had friends that had seen the news contacting me to make sure it wasn't me.
No pictures of fallen trees here. These are all pre-snowmageddon.
I prefer to remember the stellar fall rides, including a chilly overnighter with Valerie around Barkhamsted Reservoir. Valerie is a super fan of gravel roads, but I broadened her palette with some touring on trail. Valerie was visiting from the Illinois flatlands, so it was imperative that we hit every hill in NW CT, especially steep gravelly ones.
Also went on some spectacular hikes, which is like biking except slower. Purist riders should try it some time. Valerie is a botanist, so she was helping me figure out which berries I could eat. One edible berry I don't recommend is the highbush cranberry. It tastes awful raw and when you boil it down to make jam it makes the house stink like zombie feet. The jam (even full of sugar) is almost as bad as the raw berries.
In other news I've started riding on odd stuff while towing a trailer. Like over a mattress or down the stairs by Founders Bridge.





I had this idea that limbs in the woods not would fall down as much as the trees and limbs in yards and along roadways. In the woods, they'd be able to lean against each other and do some kind of tree mutual aid. That's not the case. The woods are a mess and it's going to be a long time before any trails are passable on a bicycle. It's depressing and I guess I should sell my mountain bikes. Also, no eel on Sunday. Maybe we can go for a road ride. Or, canoeing.