Hopewell Junction on the Maybrook Rail Trail

Stephan and I met Saturday to ride the Empire State Trail, aka the Maybrook Rail Trail, from Brewster to Hopewell JCT and back.  I don't bust his balls too much because he is riding an eBike, except when he smokes me on climbs. He's rehabbing after heart surgery and needs the assist right now but he plans to transition back to his Specialized Diverge once he is up to it.

Rock and Roll, Hoochie Koo!

While researching famous people buried in nearby for another post I found out that Johnny Winter was a former resident of Easton, CT and was buried in Union Cemetery at the corner of Rt 59, Sport Hill, and Rt 136. Supposedly, this same cemetery is supposed to be haunted, too. This haunting sounds like people mistaking deer for ghosts.

Memorial Day ride with Will

BBQ plans were all askew this Memorial Day with family going all over the place but one thing was for certain, my brother-in-law, Will, and I were going to ride. He came out to Fairfield on Metro North and I planned a ride that pass by not just the usual three beaches that I always ride to, but a fourth one, too.

2023 Bloomin' Metric with Dad

 

My dad is 80 years old and he's still riding. Granted, he mostly rides in doors on a trainer but when I suggested we ride this year's Bloomin' Metric he started riding every day for the last two months just to get ready.  Back in 2010 was the first time I rode the Bloomin' with my daughter, Katie, on a Burley Tandem Bike that I borrowed from a friend and eventually ended up buying from him. I also rode the tandem with my son, Elliot, too.

Riding the Middle Finger

My Middle Finger Route is a 45 mile route from my house, or any point along the way, that is one loop. As some you know who ride with me, I have routing dysphoria in which I don't like having any overlap to my routes. You don't get that with this one, that's for sure. It's one of my favorites because of the many sights along the way and towards the end of the route there is an ice cream place, bakeries, cafes, and a brewery to replenish all the carbs you just burnt.

Don't you hate showing up to a ride and only discover that you have a flat tire? That's what happened to Scotty Friday when I invited him to ride from my house on my Middle Finger Route through the Litchfield Hills. Kind of apropo in a way, you just want to throw the bird at that tube!  I gave him a spare tube from my box of tricks and we got him rolling in no time.