What a beautiful Saturday. Rode 4 miles to meet the SBRA group at the Riverhead Water Front. The good weather certainly accounted for the large group. Interesting thought, can it also be the reason for so many polite drivers stopping at intersections to allow us to pass, and a pleasent wait staff at the deli stop? Some SBRA ride leader named their ride a de-stress ride. After a week of rain and work related stress, the leisurely C pace, a timely stop for lunch and the company of SBRA members this ride certainly qualifies as a de-stresser. However it was not 100% stress free, at least for one person. Halfway into the ride that member experienced a ‘Wardrobe Malfunction’, as their bicycling shorts decided to split apart exposing a full moon before lunch. I’m no bike fashionista, but I believe in the security of a new pair of shorts every season.
March 20th Thursday, the first day of Spring. Weather forecasts called for scattered ’snow flurries’. The month of March is known to be cruel, teasing us with 60 degrees F one day and snow the next. The forecasters obviously didn’t look out their windows the flurries were a traffic stopping whiteout. But it’s Spring, time to get my bicycle out for the Spring ritual.
After several disappointing weekends of poor snow conditions in the Adirondacks I decided to stay closer to home. The weather forcasters predicted snow accumulation in the East End to be more than up North. Though not ideal Indian State Park was a great change of scenery.
August 2001, I jumped at the opportunity to work in Singapore. I was motivated more by the opportunity to bicycle on weekends there, than furthering my career. I have my prioroities. This weekend we boarded a Bumboat to Palau Ubin. We rode the Island’s dirt road through dense forests which seperated the villages. Singaporeans’ food obsessed reputation is true. Every village we passed had a square with a food court. Each village had their own local speciality, all were exceptionally well prepared. You might say we bicycled food court to food court. If only Club Centuries had food like this at their rest stops.