As many of my readers and facebook followers already know, I took over a month off from cycling and filming due to a rib and shoulder injury sustained in August.
This forced hiatus from my regular riding, filming, and blogging activities, gave me time to create my 5 Boro Bike Tour Montage series as well as focus on ideas for my first feature film, "Bike Your City".
Bike Your City is a cycling advocacy film that aims to encourage people to ride near their own homes by showing them first hand how you can explore even the most busy cities and towns by bicycle without fear, all the while soaking in scenery you never would find on foot or by car.
Please take your time to visit my Kickstarter project page and watch the videos and read about my project in greater depth to decide if you would like to contribute.
Some unique rewards are limited quantity, so don't wait!
The short version of my promotional video for my first project on Kickstarter. Footage was shot on my first ride from Astoria to Governors Island. (Music is the song "The Carpet" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
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P.S. - 50 mile trip to Rockaways completed, filming is now back in full swing. Blog post coming soon.
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Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
5 Boro Bike Tour 2012 Montage Complete (7 videos, 29mins total)
During the time in which I healed my battered ribs, I took time to create a series of video montages using the footage I shot during the 5 Boro Bike Tour.
I was very happy to discover the Creative Commons licensed music of Chenard Walcker, whose style on some pieces fits the subject matter quite well.
Part 1: Starting line in Battery Park to Central Park
(Music is the song "Alarm" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
Part 2: FDR Drive
(Music is the song "Regressive Rock" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
Part 3: Queensborough Bridge
(Music is the song "Moozika" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
Part 4: Long Island City - Astoria - Long Island City
(Music is the song "Elevator" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
Part 5: Long Island City to Brooklyn
(Music is the song "Our Father with Yellow Eyes" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
Part 6: Brooklyn, Gowanus Parkway - Verrazano Bridge - Staten Island
(Music is the song "Conquistadores" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
Part 7: Staten Island - Finish Line/Ferry
(Music is the song "Yo Praise" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
Now that I'm feeling well enough to ride again, expect to see some new and exciting developments in the coming weeks, including some far reaching plans for the Fall and Winter months!
Subscribe, "like", comment, and watch, but most of all enjoy the rockin' reminder of spring!
I was very happy to discover the Creative Commons licensed music of Chenard Walcker, whose style on some pieces fits the subject matter quite well.
Part 1: Starting line in Battery Park to Central Park
(Music is the song "Alarm" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
Part 2: FDR Drive
(Music is the song "Regressive Rock" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
Part 3: Queensborough Bridge
(Music is the song "Moozika" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
Part 4: Long Island City - Astoria - Long Island City
(Music is the song "Elevator" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
Part 5: Long Island City to Brooklyn
(Music is the song "Our Father with Yellow Eyes" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
Part 6: Brooklyn, Gowanus Parkway - Verrazano Bridge - Staten Island
(Music is the song "Conquistadores" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
Part 7: Staten Island - Finish Line/Ferry
(Music is the song "Yo Praise" by Chenard Walcker. Permission for use of this music falls under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
Now that I'm feeling well enough to ride again, expect to see some new and exciting developments in the coming weeks, including some far reaching plans for the Fall and Winter months!
Subscribe, "like", comment, and watch, but most of all enjoy the rockin' reminder of spring!
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
8-25-2012 Astoria to Coney Island and Rockaway Park (49.3 miles)
This past Saturday was a beautiful day to ride one of my favorite long distance routes, it is essentially a loop around Brooklyn, returning to Astoria using Rockaway Beach, and Woodhaven Blvd.
After becoming familiar with the route to Bensonhurst, I had mapped out this added scenic/recreational route that would take me through some famous areas of Brooklyn as well as offer up some beautiful views from the bridges. I set out around noon with an idea to surprise my girlfriend with a short visit, and refill my water bladder, but I would not seek lunch until I was in Howard Beach where I could get a slice of the famous New Park Pizza.
With temperatures in the low 80's, the air was warm, but the humidity was not a factor, and mostly cloudy skies helped keep conditions fairly mild. I had it set in my mind that I would pace myself for the long ride, and I had hoped that the soreness in my back and shoulder from my fall last week wouldn't bother me too much.
Once I reached the Pulaski Bridge, I encountered something I had never witnessed before, the raising of the bridge to admit passage for a tugboat. This held up all bike, pedestrian, and car traffic for a long 5 minutes or more. Finally rolling down into Brooklyn, I was able to pace a road bike rider from Franklin Ave to Kent Ave. Now following the bike lanes further and further South, passing through the trendy areas of Brooklyn, up passed Prospect Park, and finally I passing the famous Greenwood Cemetery, which will lead me to Dahill Road, and 17th Avenue for my first rest stop.
When I reached my girlfriends apartment in Bensonhurst I only stopped long enough drink, fill my water bladder, and splash myself with some water before heading South along 17th Avenue again. Turning on Cropsey, I rode until I came upon a small bridge leading to Neptune Avenue. At this point I could see MCU Stadium and Steeplechase not far ahead.
Here I rode up onto the Coney Island boardwalk, first I turned West to ride down to the old Bathhouse, and study it's structure adorned with intricate crumbling decoration. I took a few pictures of this interesting building as well as a couple of pictures of the community garden that grew in the lot next to it.
Leaving the old bathhouse behind, I resumed my course East along Coney Island boardwalk. As I approached the restaurants and the amusement park the people milled about filling the lane. First I came upon a band playing Latin dance music, and then another area playing dance music as well. Before turning off the boardwalk to pick up Neptune Avenue again I turned to film a boy holding a "FREE HUGS" sign, who then hides behind his sign.
Now I was headed East on Neptune Ave, and looking for the entrance to the trails that follow the Belt Parkway. Once you pass the Marina (and a Rollin' Roaster) there is a break in a guard rail approaching the Belt Pkwy, where you can enter the trail. This trail leads to a small public beach where I found many people sunbathing, swimming, and kite surfing.
After crossing a narrow, old bridge, the trail branches off from the Belt, and points South again following along Floyd Bennett Field until you come to the foot of the Marine Parkway Bridge. This bridge is also fairly narrow, and the fence around the path feels short. Added to this is the intense winds I seem to always encounter here, makes for a nerve wracking ride over.
Riding along Beach Channel drive in Rockaway Park, I finished the push East and met up with the Crossbay Bridge. This is the point at which I begin the ride North to re-enter Queens. Stopping for a few photographs, I could clearly hear the band from the bar below playing classic rock tunes out over the water, as people on jet ski's carved the bay. This stretch has had a nice tailwind each time I've rode over it, and has some nice downhill sections to make for a quick push towards Howard Beach and my second rest area, New Park Pizza.
After a single delicious slice of pizza, and a small Italian ice I continued North now on Woodhaven Blvd. This is probably my least favorite part of this loop as the roads are not good for bikes, and the traffic is aggressive through these areas. I always proceed extra cautiously up Woodhaven, and I usually don't feel safe until I am through 63rd Drive and Junction Blvd and back onto 34th Avenue. On 34th Avenue I feel I am back on home turf so to speak, and can complete the route passing LaGuardia Airport, and arriving back in Astoria.
After becoming familiar with the route to Bensonhurst, I had mapped out this added scenic/recreational route that would take me through some famous areas of Brooklyn as well as offer up some beautiful views from the bridges. I set out around noon with an idea to surprise my girlfriend with a short visit, and refill my water bladder, but I would not seek lunch until I was in Howard Beach where I could get a slice of the famous New Park Pizza.
With temperatures in the low 80's, the air was warm, but the humidity was not a factor, and mostly cloudy skies helped keep conditions fairly mild. I had it set in my mind that I would pace myself for the long ride, and I had hoped that the soreness in my back and shoulder from my fall last week wouldn't bother me too much.
Starting out along Astoria Park, and the East River.
Waterfront route to Goodwill Park.
Skyline seen from Long Island City.
Once I reached the Pulaski Bridge, I encountered something I had never witnessed before, the raising of the bridge to admit passage for a tugboat. This held up all bike, pedestrian, and car traffic for a long 5 minutes or more. Finally rolling down into Brooklyn, I was able to pace a road bike rider from Franklin Ave to Kent Ave. Now following the bike lanes further and further South, passing through the trendy areas of Brooklyn, up passed Prospect Park, and finally I passing the famous Greenwood Cemetery, which will lead me to Dahill Road, and 17th Avenue for my first rest stop.
Descending Pulaski Bridge.
Following road bike rider on Franklin Ave to Kent Ave.
Rapid descent down Mc Donald Ave and Greenwood Cemetery.
When I reached my girlfriends apartment in Bensonhurst I only stopped long enough drink, fill my water bladder, and splash myself with some water before heading South along 17th Avenue again. Turning on Cropsey, I rode until I came upon a small bridge leading to Neptune Avenue. At this point I could see MCU Stadium and Steeplechase not far ahead.
Small Bridge, Steeplechase is seen in the distance, approaching Neptune Ave.
MCU Park and Steeplechase, approaching the Coney Island Boardwalk.
Here I rode up onto the Coney Island boardwalk, first I turned West to ride down to the old Bathhouse, and study it's structure adorned with intricate crumbling decoration. I took a few pictures of this interesting building as well as a couple of pictures of the community garden that grew in the lot next to it.
The old bathhouse in Coney Island
The old bathhouse in Coney Island
The old bathhouse in Coney Island
The old bathhouse in Coney Island
The old bathhouse in Coney Island
The old bathhouse in Coney Island
The old bathhouse in Coney Island
The old bathhouse in Coney Island
The old bathhouse in Coney Island
The old bathhouse in Coney Island
Community garden next to the old bathhouse in Coney Island
Community garden next to the old bathhouse in Coney Island
Community garden next to the old bathhouse in Coney Island
Steeplechase and the old bathhouse in Coney Island
Steeplechase and the old bathhouse in Coney Island
Steeplechase and the old bathhouse in Coney Island
Leaving the old bathhouse behind, I resumed my course East along Coney Island boardwalk. As I approached the restaurants and the amusement park the people milled about filling the lane. First I came upon a band playing Latin dance music, and then another area playing dance music as well. Before turning off the boardwalk to pick up Neptune Avenue again I turned to film a boy holding a "FREE HUGS" sign, who then hides behind his sign.
Classic Coney Island bustles with people, lively music, and beautiful Summer scenery.
Now I was headed East on Neptune Ave, and looking for the entrance to the trails that follow the Belt Parkway. Once you pass the Marina (and a Rollin' Roaster) there is a break in a guard rail approaching the Belt Pkwy, where you can enter the trail. This trail leads to a small public beach where I found many people sunbathing, swimming, and kite surfing.
After crossing a narrow, old bridge, the trail branches off from the Belt, and points South again following along Floyd Bennett Field until you come to the foot of the Marine Parkway Bridge. This bridge is also fairly narrow, and the fence around the path feels short. Added to this is the intense winds I seem to always encounter here, makes for a nerve wracking ride over.
Descending Marine Parkway Bridge.
Marine Parkway Bridge.
Riding along Beach Channel drive in Rockaway Park, I finished the push East and met up with the Crossbay Bridge. This is the point at which I begin the ride North to re-enter Queens. Stopping for a few photographs, I could clearly hear the band from the bar below playing classic rock tunes out over the water, as people on jet ski's carved the bay. This stretch has had a nice tailwind each time I've rode over it, and has some nice downhill sections to make for a quick push towards Howard Beach and my second rest area, New Park Pizza.
View from the Crossbay Bridge.
View from the Crossbay Bridge.
Descending the Crossbay Bridge.
Cresting and descending the Joseph P Addabo Bridge. Commenting on the trash bags that litter the bike lane.
New Park Pizza, famous Howard Beach pizza restaurant where I stopped for lunch. An impatient motorist honks at me, so they can pull up in front of a hydrant.
After a single delicious slice of pizza, and a small Italian ice I continued North now on Woodhaven Blvd. This is probably my least favorite part of this loop as the roads are not good for bikes, and the traffic is aggressive through these areas. I always proceed extra cautiously up Woodhaven, and I usually don't feel safe until I am through 63rd Drive and Junction Blvd and back onto 34th Avenue. On 34th Avenue I feel I am back on home turf so to speak, and can complete the route passing LaGuardia Airport, and arriving back in Astoria.
A strange safety device protrudes from a cyclists bike.
As I approach LaGuardia Airport, planes pass nearly overhead.
Another plane passes close by overhead.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
8-13-2012 Astoria to the East Village (16.59 miles)
The trend of hot and humid weather continues here in New York. But I can only stay cooped up in my apartment for so long before cabin fever sets in. I promised myself a ride Monday, and decided to go to the East Village making a loop of the interior of Manhattan, via the Queensboro Bridge.
The cloudy skies kept some of the heat off, and the the relative humidity was low enough that perspiration could do it's job. Feeling strong I crested the Queensboro, headwinds were stiff making the already long climb, feel even longer.
I rolled down into Manhattan, and cut across town to pick up the bike lane on Broadway that would take me all the way into the heart of the Village, and right up to one of my favorite New York lunch spots, the original, Gray's Papaya on 8th Street.
Upon arriving in the Village I was struck by the presence of the Freedom Tower holding sway over the brownstones. The Village is one area of the city that still resembles it's former self in some parts. I stopped near 8th Street where I could safely lock my bike, and ordered a "recession special" (2 hotdogs and a drink for $4.95), and had sauerkraut and a papaya drink with my crispy delicious dogs.
After gobbling down my lunch I used 8th Street to reach 4th Ave, where I could then ride to 26th Street to cut the rest of the way across town 1st Avenue where I would once again cross the Queensboro Bridge.
Upon reaching the entrance to the First Ave tunnel I noticed a man on a long board skateboard riding right into the tunnel! After a moments shock I began rolling and was able to film his decent into the darkness. Unfortunately the audio cut out and my commentary regarding the man's sanity was not recorded.
After my audio failed on the 3rd video, the 3 subsequent videos that followed were completely corrupt and unusable.
Next week I plan to ride my Six Bridges, Three Boroughs route again, and I will likely bring additional cameras to help capture the stunning panorama's.
*Edit: My first video seems stuck on "processing" on youtube and may need to be uploaded once more. My third video cuts out after a couple of seconds on youtube, even though it plays fine on my computer. I will attempt to salvage these videos when I return from Brooklyn this weekend.
The cloudy skies kept some of the heat off, and the the relative humidity was low enough that perspiration could do it's job. Feeling strong I crested the Queensboro, headwinds were stiff making the already long climb, feel even longer.
I rolled down into Manhattan, and cut across town to pick up the bike lane on Broadway that would take me all the way into the heart of the Village, and right up to one of my favorite New York lunch spots, the original, Gray's Papaya on 8th Street.
52nd Street on Broadway, through Times Square, to 34th Street Penn station.
Upon arriving in the Village I was struck by the presence of the Freedom Tower holding sway over the brownstones. The Village is one area of the city that still resembles it's former self in some parts. I stopped near 8th Street where I could safely lock my bike, and ordered a "recession special" (2 hotdogs and a drink for $4.95), and had sauerkraut and a papaya drink with my crispy delicious dogs.
The East Village on Broadway, the Freedom Tower looms in the distance.
After gobbling down my lunch I used 8th Street to reach 4th Ave, where I could then ride to 26th Street to cut the rest of the way across town 1st Avenue where I would once again cross the Queensboro Bridge.
Upon reaching the entrance to the First Ave tunnel I noticed a man on a long board skateboard riding right into the tunnel! After a moments shock I began rolling and was able to film his decent into the darkness. Unfortunately the audio cut out and my commentary regarding the man's sanity was not recorded.
Man rides long board skateboard into the 1st Avenue Tunnel near the United Nations (no audio). I climb 1st Avenue to the foot of the Queensboro Bridge.
After my audio failed on the 3rd video, the 3 subsequent videos that followed were completely corrupt and unusable.
Next week I plan to ride my Six Bridges, Three Boroughs route again, and I will likely bring additional cameras to help capture the stunning panorama's.
*Edit: My first video seems stuck on "processing" on youtube and may need to be uploaded once more. My third video cuts out after a couple of seconds on youtube, even though it plays fine on my computer. I will attempt to salvage these videos when I return from Brooklyn this weekend.
Friday, August 10, 2012
8-8-2012 East River Esplanade and Central Park
Tuesday I was feeling stir crazy. All of the heat and humidity has kept me from putting in the usual mileage on my bike that I prefer. Though the weather was as hot and humid as ever on Tuesday I forced myself to get out and sweat out my cabin fever.
I decided to do one lap around Wards Island, cross the 103rd street bridge, and do a lap around Central Park, before coming back to Astoria via the Queensborough Bridge. All together this was only 20 miles but in this heat it felt like much further.
I'm still significantly overweight (though cycling is slowly changing that), so the heat is extra debilitating, and at times I felt some mild heat exhaustion. Being acutely aware of this I made sure to hydrate often, stopping where I knew the water fountains were along my route.
From here I crossed over to the East River Esplanade and made my way downtown, along the river. As I came around a turn I found a girl on the side of the path trying to dab at the skinned elbow of a little boy who had just fallen off his bike. I pulled over and offered the use of my first aid which is always in my backpack. After applying some triple antibiotic with pain relief and large a Tegiderm pad to his elbow I suggested that they all wear helmets and said goodbye.
I then continued to a scenic point overlooking the East River where one can view 3 iconic bridges with Roosevelt Island at your feet. Fortunately I was able to capture a nice progression when a tugboat and police boat passed right in front of me.
From here I continued to the foot of the Queensborough Bridge at 59th Street. A sculpture park sits in the shadow of the bridge and offers more beautiful views of the city and the East River.
Leaving the sculpture park I made my way across town to enter Central Park near Columbus Circle. By this time the heat was beginning to take a toll and my pace and energy levels were decreasing in concert. I had decided to keep my time in Central Park short only just completing one lap before exiting the park to head back towards the Queensborough Bridge, this time with a mind to cross it and cut my usual path through Long Island City and back to my apartment in Astoria.
I decided to do one lap around Wards Island, cross the 103rd street bridge, and do a lap around Central Park, before coming back to Astoria via the Queensborough Bridge. All together this was only 20 miles but in this heat it felt like much further.
I'm still significantly overweight (though cycling is slowly changing that), so the heat is extra debilitating, and at times I felt some mild heat exhaustion. Being acutely aware of this I made sure to hydrate often, stopping where I knew the water fountains were along my route.
Descending the Triboro Bridge to Wards Island.
From Hellgate Bridge to the entrance of the Triboro.
Wards Island, in the shadow of the Hellgate Bridge.
Wards Island, in the shadow of the Hellgate Bridge.
Wards Island Bridge
Wards Island Bridge
Myself in front of the Wards Island Bridge
From here I crossed over to the East River Esplanade and made my way downtown, along the river. As I came around a turn I found a girl on the side of the path trying to dab at the skinned elbow of a little boy who had just fallen off his bike. I pulled over and offered the use of my first aid which is always in my backpack. After applying some triple antibiotic with pain relief and large a Tegiderm pad to his elbow I suggested that they all wear helmets and said goodbye.
After patching up a young boy's elbow I suggest that they wear helmets before bidding them good day.
I then continued to a scenic point overlooking the East River where one can view 3 iconic bridges with Roosevelt Island at your feet. Fortunately I was able to capture a nice progression when a tugboat and police boat passed right in front of me.
The East River Esplanade at 80th Street
The East River Esplanade at 80th Street
The East River Esplanade at 80th Street
The East River Esplanade at 80th Street
The East River Esplanade at 80th Street
The East River Esplanade at 80th Street
The East River Esplanade at 80th Street
The East River Esplanade at 80th Street
The East River Esplanade at 80th Street
From here I continued to the foot of the Queensborough Bridge at 59th Street. A sculpture park sits in the shadow of the bridge and offers more beautiful views of the city and the East River.
In the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge
In the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge
In the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge
In the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge
In the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge
In the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge
In the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge
In the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge
In the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge
In the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge
In the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge
In the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge
In the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge
In the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge
Leaving the sculpture park I made my way across town to enter Central Park near Columbus Circle. By this time the heat was beginning to take a toll and my pace and energy levels were decreasing in concert. I had decided to keep my time in Central Park short only just completing one lap before exiting the park to head back towards the Queensborough Bridge, this time with a mind to cross it and cut my usual path through Long Island City and back to my apartment in Astoria.
Descending the Queensborough Bridge.
Monday, July 30, 2012
The Farm Ride, 7-28-2012 - Amherst Massachusetts (52 miles)
Being a city dweller I don't often get chances to ride in real farm country. For this reason I was excited when Tony's Bicycles made it possible for me to join the good people at Bicycle Shows U.S. for The Farm Ride, in Amherst Massachusetts.
Friday morning I awoke at 6 to shower and put my things together for the trip to Massachusetts. The Farm Ride is a 3 day event that features rides of varying lengths for riders of all skill levels, from 15-100 miles long. There are many options for lodging as well, from a standard dorm to nearby but off campus hotel accommodations, none of the profits from which go to Bicycle Shows.
I had promised myself I would not ride before Saturday in an effort to try to save my legs for the 100 mile effort, so I put myself with my bike on the N train and had an uneventful trip to the 34th Street Herald Square station. From there it was only a few avenues roll to reach 10th and 33rd, where I was to meet my bike and body transport to Massachusetts.
There I found I was one of the early ones (as I prefer it to be), and met a couple of friendly riders already waiting on the corner. After a few minutes the inevitable friendly cyclist conversations start, and I meet a cyclist named Kevin who is also going to attempt the 100 mile route Saturday. He's a far more experienced rider than I, with a beautiful road bike carefully wrapped in protective foam for shipping.
Slowly other riders and some of the organizers arrive at the meeting point. Anne, one of the lead organizers and from what I can tell, one of Glen's (the creator of Bicycle Shows) most trusted workers in his ride organization arrives. She quickly sets out to get us all situated in the right area where we could await the final minutes before registration, and loading our bikes on the respective trucks.
Kevin and I decide to grab coffee and are joined by another rider named Tom, a friendly fellow with an honest good nature about him. We all start trading various short stories regarding other organized rides, and what our expectations were for the Farm Ride this year. By the time we returned to the meeting area a table was being set for registration, and in only a few minutes the trucks for our bikes, and the bus for the people arrived.
Soon we all piled onto the large charter bus, and got ourselves situated comfortably for the ride. I had not slept more than maybe 5 hours the night before so I periodically dozed off, making the trip seem shorter than it's 3+ hours. During the ride we were supplied with cardboard lunch boxes complete with gourmet sandwiches, fruit, drink, and chips. After shaking the bottle too much, the fizzy fruit drink I opened erupted partially onto my clothing and the nice people around me helped by supplying me with their napkins.
There was no escaping the heat and humidity of the city, and Amherst was equally muggy. The combination made it feel as if it was in the high 80's and my body responded as per usual, by pouring sweat whenever I exerted myself in the least. The "command center" for the ride was situated on the first floor of a deluxe dorm building set near the parking lot. Everyone was anxious to get to their rooms with their gear, so we all lined up in the lobby to receive our room keys. The truck shipping the bikes was a little delayed so I had time to stash my bag at my standard dorm room before coming back out to the lot to retrieve my bike.
I must say that throughout this entire event I met so many great people! I really and truly wish I could remember them all by name and I know I forgot some names, but here goes! Kevin, Kenneth, Tom, Dana, Moshe (and his lady friend!), Christina, Jess, Diane, James, Jared, Joe, Micheal, Glen(!), Sue, Rocko, (the nice couple across the hall, so sorry I cannot remember your names), Ursula, Mark (and his lady friend!), Susanna, Johnny, Graham, Brian (from Bike Hoboken), Andrea, Doug, Jill, Jodie, Anderson, ugh... Who else am I forgetting...? The nice ladies from Westchester who like to hike and bike! The nice woman with the Capricorn jewelery.... (sorry!). Phew! If I forgot your name, and we met, my sincere apologies. Comment or send me a message if you want the proper shout out, I would be happy to make the correction, or addition.
Soooo, now I've arrived in my room and drop off my gear, and set my bike against the desk where it will stay until Saturday. Friday's ride was a short 20 miles to a self paid dinner of your choice. As I had promised myself that I would not ride Saturday, and due to the fact that I was getting hungry early, I walked from my dorm to main street and tried to read the menus in the windows of the restaurants I passed. On my way to main street I was passed by some of the other Farm Riders who were off on their afternoon rides and managed to shoot a picture as they pass.
Coming to the end of main street I called out to a man who was getting into his car. I had hoped he was a local when I asked, "Where should I eat? I'm from New York!". He happily began listing some of the local spots I had passed, and I thought the restaurant Judie's seemed to fit the bill. I ate a delicious grilled chicken with lobster ravioli dish which came with a salad, and large popover, and apple butter. The food was excellent and the service prompt, I recommended this spot to others who informed me later that they were pleased with the choice of restaurant.
Returning to my dorm, still feeling a bit tired, I relaxed in the tiny twin bed watching television on my phone. By nightfall I decided I should seek some the Harpoon Brewery beers that were on offer, as well as make more efforts to meets more of the good people in attendance. Good beer, good conversation, and good vibes were all around while I relaxed in the command center area with other riders, and some staff pulling together the last details before tomorrows ride. Conversation often veered back to the subject of cycling, and organized rides, with Glen even offering a little insight into the factors as to why things sometimes take an unfortunate turn for the worse. Time flies as they say, and I was walking back to my room at around 11 to try to to get at least 6 hours sleep before the ride.
Upon waking I showered and geared up, and made it out to the starting area. I was a little early and arrived as they were just beginning to set things out. I anxiously awaited the bagels, and coffee, I had been looking forward to. Here is where I met Jared and Joe, 2 friendly riders fairly new to the sport, from Connecticut. Both had hopes of completing the 100 mile route, and were also excited to hit the road. I asked if they would mind if I rode with them a little, and they said they would be happy if I did. As they were both lighter than I, and riding road bikes, I knew I would not be able to stick with them for too long, especially if I stop for panoramic pictures, and properly pace myself.
Now on the road, following Jared and Joe, I could tell that conditions were not going to be ideal. The air was like hot soup, slowly simmering my flushed skin and panting body, and making every effort feel twice as laborious. I knew from prior experience that I tend to cramp more often when it is humid so I tried to eat potassium rich foods (bananas, dried apricots), hydrate often, and most importantly, pace myself.
Jared pulled away first, and I followed closer to Joe for awhile, and when I came upon my first panoramic opportunity I pulled over and watched as he wound away down the road.
Now riding alone I continued along the route keeping a watchful eye out for the bright pink spray painted turn symbols which mark the 100 mile route. Passing the many fields of food, and flowers, I was taken with the unspoiled and idyllic scenery, waving at farmers who apparently know nothing about taking Saturday's off. All of this a special treat for a guy who mainly rides in the 5 boroughs of New York City, and had only rode by sparse farm land on Long Island, and some wilderness when riding in Westchester, and points North.
At about the 22 mile mark I reached the first rest area in Historic Deerfield. I fed myself, and filled my water bladder, all the while drinking cups of sports drink for electrolytes. Here I spoke with Brian for the first time, a friendly and knowledgeable ride Marshall from New Jersey.
The homes in this section of Deerfield are beautifully preserved historic sites featuring old family homes interspersed with houses containing museum exhibits as an example of how life was in a bygone age. Thoroughly enjoying the sites, sounds, and smells, of rural Massachusetts I rode further along the route looking forward to more of the same.
Somewhere near the 30 mile mark we reached an old bridge spanning a river surrounded by thick canopy. Stopping to shoot pictures I left my video camera recording as a rider passes commenting on the beauty I say, "It's Gorgeous.".
When I was ready to leave I found myself riding with 2 road bike riders, one of which had mentioned that he thought he had seen my 5 Boro Bike Tour footage. I was able to pace them on the flats, but soon they pulled away from me up the first hill we came upon.
The picturesque vistas continued to roll out as my feet unwound the route beneath me. Nary a hill too long (though a few short but steep hills I walked up as the humidity was severely inhibiting my abilities), the ride proved to be mostly flat, as advertised. Passing old antiques shops and even more historical homes; the lush fields seemed endless, farm stands, farm trade, diligent workers harvesting, feed stores and the like, just as one might expect.
More and more the humidity rose, and it felt as if it was squeezing the life out of me. My legs which were already starting to show the early signs of cramping were quickly becoming less cooperative. I kept ratcheting down the speed using gearing as best I could to stay within my comfort zone. Unfortunately it didn't seem to do me any good and real cramping was setting in.
After walking one of those steep hills mentioned earlier, I felt my legs hovering on the verge of full cramp meltdown, this was all directly concurrent to the slow relentless climb in humidity that was boiling my chubby self internally. At the top of this hill I put my bike to the side, and stretch in the grass in an effort to allow my legs to recuperate. It was at this time that the raindrops got heavier, and I unplugged my camera and wrapped it along with other sensitive electronics in the heavy plastic bag inside my backpack.
Now the rain was becoming steady, and with the thankful break in air humidity came the ultimate in environmental humidity, a relentless, thunderous, pounding, torrential downpour! In short order I'm completely soaked, riding through puddles nearly 6 inches deep, head down, squinting for the pink route markers. I stopped briefly under some shelter to try to gauge if there might be a break in the rain on the horizon, but it only seemed to come down harder.
I resigned myself to pedaling to the next rest area knowing full well there would likely be a group of other riders there either hold up waiting out the rain, or waiting for a support truck to pick up there bikes, and a van to pick take them to our dorms. Sure enough about a dozen other riders were in the small school lobby where the 50+ mile mark rest area was, mostly waiting for a pick up for themselves, and their bikes. In about 45mins time we were in the van heading back marveling at the stalwart people who refused to give in to the elements and continued to ride regardless of the flood warnings blowing up our phones, advertising dangerous conditions for hours to come.
The mood in the van was positive, and soon I was back to my dorm and taking a warm shower. After which, I met up with a small group of other riders near the deluxe dorms where we called a cab to get to the after ride meal at the Sugar Shack.
The food throughout this entire event is top notch, and the sugar shack was no exception. Classic BBQ was on offer, with delicious salads, plenty of beverages, beer, pie, and ice cream too. Engaging in a variety of good conversation while stuffing myself to the gills, the rain never let up the whole time. Still people were seen completing their rides, and were greeted with applause from the revelers.
After I was fully sated, I hopped into a van back to the dorms once more. I now relaxed in my room, watching television on my phone planning to partake in booze and the theme parties in the suites. Fully rested I walked over to the dorms where the parties would be. There was a Tiki party with tropical cocktails and tater tots, "Farmi Gras" with the classic hurricane drinks, an Olympics party which encouraged patriotic "games", a Whiskey room which had... whiskey, with pizza and Margarita machines in the command center area.
Drinks flowed freely, people enjoyed themselves thoroughly, and I tried to flow room to room and meet and talk to as many people as I could. Cyclists are such a wonderfully diverse group of good natured people, I like to think the Endorphins from exercise, and a healthy dose of outdoor activity make them generally more positive people.
After a few drinks and snacks I walked back to my room a little before midnight, calling my girlfriend for an evening chat before crashing for the night.
Breakfast was served in the lobby of the dorm the next morning, and a number of people planned to ride the scheduled 9A.M. 40 mile ride regardless of more rain on the horizon (which began to fall before noon). All of my gear was still sopping wet, and I had not thought to use the laundry in the dorms as other more thoughtful people had so I opted to not ride the Sunday ride. I had heard that there was going to be an early departure option so I signed up for the noon option rather than waiting for 3P.M. to roll around.
Our bikes were loaded into a truck, and we piled into 3 separate vans now heading back to New York. Many of us dozed as we made our way back. We stopped only once shortly before finishing our trip into the heart of Manhattan. For once the conditions were in my favor and the rain let up at almost the exact time that we arrived where we would unload.
I quickly said goodbye to some folks, and hopped on my bike to ride the 6+ miles home through midtown, and over the 59th Street Bridge, for my usual route through Long Island City, and finally back home to Astoria contemplating my experience during my first Farm Ride with Bicycle Shows U.S.. Though I had not completed the century route, I did not feel too badly about it as I had finished the 108.9 mile route to Montauk the month prior, and will have more than a few more chances to ride centuries before the cycling season ends.
Friday morning I awoke at 6 to shower and put my things together for the trip to Massachusetts. The Farm Ride is a 3 day event that features rides of varying lengths for riders of all skill levels, from 15-100 miles long. There are many options for lodging as well, from a standard dorm to nearby but off campus hotel accommodations, none of the profits from which go to Bicycle Shows.
I had promised myself I would not ride before Saturday in an effort to try to save my legs for the 100 mile effort, so I put myself with my bike on the N train and had an uneventful trip to the 34th Street Herald Square station. From there it was only a few avenues roll to reach 10th and 33rd, where I was to meet my bike and body transport to Massachusetts.
There I found I was one of the early ones (as I prefer it to be), and met a couple of friendly riders already waiting on the corner. After a few minutes the inevitable friendly cyclist conversations start, and I meet a cyclist named Kevin who is also going to attempt the 100 mile route Saturday. He's a far more experienced rider than I, with a beautiful road bike carefully wrapped in protective foam for shipping.
Slowly other riders and some of the organizers arrive at the meeting point. Anne, one of the lead organizers and from what I can tell, one of Glen's (the creator of Bicycle Shows) most trusted workers in his ride organization arrives. She quickly sets out to get us all situated in the right area where we could await the final minutes before registration, and loading our bikes on the respective trucks.
Kevin and I decide to grab coffee and are joined by another rider named Tom, a friendly fellow with an honest good nature about him. We all start trading various short stories regarding other organized rides, and what our expectations were for the Farm Ride this year. By the time we returned to the meeting area a table was being set for registration, and in only a few minutes the trucks for our bikes, and the bus for the people arrived.
Soon we all piled onto the large charter bus, and got ourselves situated comfortably for the ride. I had not slept more than maybe 5 hours the night before so I periodically dozed off, making the trip seem shorter than it's 3+ hours. During the ride we were supplied with cardboard lunch boxes complete with gourmet sandwiches, fruit, drink, and chips. After shaking the bottle too much, the fizzy fruit drink I opened erupted partially onto my clothing and the nice people around me helped by supplying me with their napkins.
There was no escaping the heat and humidity of the city, and Amherst was equally muggy. The combination made it feel as if it was in the high 80's and my body responded as per usual, by pouring sweat whenever I exerted myself in the least. The "command center" for the ride was situated on the first floor of a deluxe dorm building set near the parking lot. Everyone was anxious to get to their rooms with their gear, so we all lined up in the lobby to receive our room keys. The truck shipping the bikes was a little delayed so I had time to stash my bag at my standard dorm room before coming back out to the lot to retrieve my bike.
The first bikes are carefully unloaded.
The master of ceremonies, Glen, hard at work.
Glen helps a rider with last minute registration instruction before driving off in a truck used for supplies.
The good people at SRAM had top of the line road bikes on offer for people to demo during the Farm Ride.
Professional fitters, and bike mechanics were on site to make sure your demo bike was properly fit for you.
A short tutorial on using the bikes was given before anyone could ride a demo bike. Riders were then required to participate in a survey after riding, a small price to pay for trying a 10k+ bicycle!
My room at Amherst for the weekend, my commemorative Farm Ride t-shirt draped over my bike.
I must say that throughout this entire event I met so many great people! I really and truly wish I could remember them all by name and I know I forgot some names, but here goes! Kevin, Kenneth, Tom, Dana, Moshe (and his lady friend!), Christina, Jess, Diane, James, Jared, Joe, Micheal, Glen(!), Sue, Rocko, (the nice couple across the hall, so sorry I cannot remember your names), Ursula, Mark (and his lady friend!), Susanna, Johnny, Graham, Brian (from Bike Hoboken), Andrea, Doug, Jill, Jodie, Anderson, ugh... Who else am I forgetting...? The nice ladies from Westchester who like to hike and bike! The nice woman with the Capricorn jewelery.... (sorry!). Phew! If I forgot your name, and we met, my sincere apologies. Comment or send me a message if you want the proper shout out, I would be happy to make the correction, or addition.
Soooo, now I've arrived in my room and drop off my gear, and set my bike against the desk where it will stay until Saturday. Friday's ride was a short 20 miles to a self paid dinner of your choice. As I had promised myself that I would not ride Saturday, and due to the fact that I was getting hungry early, I walked from my dorm to main street and tried to read the menus in the windows of the restaurants I passed. On my way to main street I was passed by some of the other Farm Riders who were off on their afternoon rides and managed to shoot a picture as they pass.
Coming to the end of main street I called out to a man who was getting into his car. I had hoped he was a local when I asked, "Where should I eat? I'm from New York!". He happily began listing some of the local spots I had passed, and I thought the restaurant Judie's seemed to fit the bill. I ate a delicious grilled chicken with lobster ravioli dish which came with a salad, and large popover, and apple butter. The food was excellent and the service prompt, I recommended this spot to others who informed me later that they were pleased with the choice of restaurant.
Returning to my dorm, still feeling a bit tired, I relaxed in the tiny twin bed watching television on my phone. By nightfall I decided I should seek some the Harpoon Brewery beers that were on offer, as well as make more efforts to meets more of the good people in attendance. Good beer, good conversation, and good vibes were all around while I relaxed in the command center area with other riders, and some staff pulling together the last details before tomorrows ride. Conversation often veered back to the subject of cycling, and organized rides, with Glen even offering a little insight into the factors as to why things sometimes take an unfortunate turn for the worse. Time flies as they say, and I was walking back to my room at around 11 to try to to get at least 6 hours sleep before the ride.
Upon waking I showered and geared up, and made it out to the starting area. I was a little early and arrived as they were just beginning to set things out. I anxiously awaited the bagels, and coffee, I had been looking forward to. Here is where I met Jared and Joe, 2 friendly riders fairly new to the sport, from Connecticut. Both had hopes of completing the 100 mile route, and were also excited to hit the road. I asked if they would mind if I rode with them a little, and they said they would be happy if I did. As they were both lighter than I, and riding road bikes, I knew I would not be able to stick with them for too long, especially if I stop for panoramic pictures, and properly pace myself.
Breakfast at the starting line for The Farm Ride.
Now on the road, following Jared and Joe, I could tell that conditions were not going to be ideal. The air was like hot soup, slowly simmering my flushed skin and panting body, and making every effort feel twice as laborious. I knew from prior experience that I tend to cramp more often when it is humid so I tried to eat potassium rich foods (bananas, dried apricots), hydrate often, and most importantly, pace myself.
Jared pulled away first, and I followed closer to Joe for awhile, and when I came upon my first panoramic opportunity I pulled over and watched as he wound away down the road.
Starting out on The Farm Ride, following Joe, a rider from Connecticut.
Following Jared, a Farm Ride participant from Connecticut.
A "look back shot" during a rapid descent.
Rapid descent, signaling to pedestrians that bikes are coming, signalling o cyclists to slow for abrupt approach to concrete barriers.
A bench sits overlooking a scenic field and farm house.
Misty mountains in the distance, stopping to take panoramic pictures, and then resuming the route.
Now riding alone I continued along the route keeping a watchful eye out for the bright pink spray painted turn symbols which mark the 100 mile route. Passing the many fields of food, and flowers, I was taken with the unspoiled and idyllic scenery, waving at farmers who apparently know nothing about taking Saturday's off. All of this a special treat for a guy who mainly rides in the 5 boroughs of New York City, and had only rode by sparse farm land on Long Island, and some wilderness when riding in Westchester, and points North.
Lush green field with mountains in backdrop.
At about the 22 mile mark I reached the first rest area in Historic Deerfield. I fed myself, and filled my water bladder, all the while drinking cups of sports drink for electrolytes. Here I spoke with Brian for the first time, a friendly and knowledgeable ride Marshall from New Jersey.
The homes in this section of Deerfield are beautifully preserved historic sites featuring old family homes interspersed with houses containing museum exhibits as an example of how life was in a bygone age. Thoroughly enjoying the sites, sounds, and smells, of rural Massachusetts I rode further along the route looking forward to more of the same.
A small waterfall before approaching a scenic riverside overlook where I stopped to take panoramic pictures.
Passing the lush fields and beautiful farm houses. Waving to "farmer Joe", he waves back.
More beautiful farmland and a small bridge.
A couple asks me to film them, and I oblige.
Beautiful old red barn.
Somewhere near the 30 mile mark we reached an old bridge spanning a river surrounded by thick canopy. Stopping to shoot pictures I left my video camera recording as a rider passes commenting on the beauty I say, "It's Gorgeous.".
When I was ready to leave I found myself riding with 2 road bike riders, one of which had mentioned that he thought he had seen my 5 Boro Bike Tour footage. I was able to pace them on the flats, but soon they pulled away from me up the first hill we came upon.
Entering the MUP trails that lead to a gorgeous old bridge. Stopping to take pictures a fellow rider remarks on the beauty of the scene and I reply.
Riding from the bridge I part ways with 2 cyclists whom inquired about my blog, and then grind my way up the next hills.
The picturesque vistas continued to roll out as my feet unwound the route beneath me. Nary a hill too long (though a few short but steep hills I walked up as the humidity was severely inhibiting my abilities), the ride proved to be mostly flat, as advertised. Passing old antiques shops and even more historical homes; the lush fields seemed endless, farm stands, farm trade, diligent workers harvesting, feed stores and the like, just as one might expect.
Historic Deerfield Massachusetts, a field full of cows.
A long stretch, a woman asks to be filmed.
Catching up to the friendly cyclist who requested to be filmed followed by rapid descent leading to an old barn.
A long clip of many beautiful fields, barns, and homes, in Massachusetts. Stopping to shoot a few panoramic pictures, Brian the friendly ride Marshall confirms that all is well.
More and more the humidity rose, and it felt as if it was squeezing the life out of me. My legs which were already starting to show the early signs of cramping were quickly becoming less cooperative. I kept ratcheting down the speed using gearing as best I could to stay within my comfort zone. Unfortunately it didn't seem to do me any good and real cramping was setting in.
As I make a descent, eventually passing a pack of riders, the first rain drops of the approaching deluge begin to fall, calling a halt to my filming efforts.
After walking one of those steep hills mentioned earlier, I felt my legs hovering on the verge of full cramp meltdown, this was all directly concurrent to the slow relentless climb in humidity that was boiling my chubby self internally. At the top of this hill I put my bike to the side, and stretch in the grass in an effort to allow my legs to recuperate. It was at this time that the raindrops got heavier, and I unplugged my camera and wrapped it along with other sensitive electronics in the heavy plastic bag inside my backpack.
Now the rain was becoming steady, and with the thankful break in air humidity came the ultimate in environmental humidity, a relentless, thunderous, pounding, torrential downpour! In short order I'm completely soaked, riding through puddles nearly 6 inches deep, head down, squinting for the pink route markers. I stopped briefly under some shelter to try to gauge if there might be a break in the rain on the horizon, but it only seemed to come down harder.
I resigned myself to pedaling to the next rest area knowing full well there would likely be a group of other riders there either hold up waiting out the rain, or waiting for a support truck to pick up there bikes, and a van to pick take them to our dorms. Sure enough about a dozen other riders were in the small school lobby where the 50+ mile mark rest area was, mostly waiting for a pick up for themselves, and their bikes. In about 45mins time we were in the van heading back marveling at the stalwart people who refused to give in to the elements and continued to ride regardless of the flood warnings blowing up our phones, advertising dangerous conditions for hours to come.
The mood in the van was positive, and soon I was back to my dorm and taking a warm shower. After which, I met up with a small group of other riders near the deluxe dorms where we called a cab to get to the after ride meal at the Sugar Shack.
The food throughout this entire event is top notch, and the sugar shack was no exception. Classic BBQ was on offer, with delicious salads, plenty of beverages, beer, pie, and ice cream too. Engaging in a variety of good conversation while stuffing myself to the gills, the rain never let up the whole time. Still people were seen completing their rides, and were greeted with applause from the revelers.
After I was fully sated, I hopped into a van back to the dorms once more. I now relaxed in my room, watching television on my phone planning to partake in booze and the theme parties in the suites. Fully rested I walked over to the dorms where the parties would be. There was a Tiki party with tropical cocktails and tater tots, "Farmi Gras" with the classic hurricane drinks, an Olympics party which encouraged patriotic "games", a Whiskey room which had... whiskey, with pizza and Margarita machines in the command center area.
Drinks flowed freely, people enjoyed themselves thoroughly, and I tried to flow room to room and meet and talk to as many people as I could. Cyclists are such a wonderfully diverse group of good natured people, I like to think the Endorphins from exercise, and a healthy dose of outdoor activity make them generally more positive people.
After a few drinks and snacks I walked back to my room a little before midnight, calling my girlfriend for an evening chat before crashing for the night.
Breakfast was served in the lobby of the dorm the next morning, and a number of people planned to ride the scheduled 9A.M. 40 mile ride regardless of more rain on the horizon (which began to fall before noon). All of my gear was still sopping wet, and I had not thought to use the laundry in the dorms as other more thoughtful people had so I opted to not ride the Sunday ride. I had heard that there was going to be an early departure option so I signed up for the noon option rather than waiting for 3P.M. to roll around.
Our bikes were loaded into a truck, and we piled into 3 separate vans now heading back to New York. Many of us dozed as we made our way back. We stopped only once shortly before finishing our trip into the heart of Manhattan. For once the conditions were in my favor and the rain let up at almost the exact time that we arrived where we would unload.
I quickly said goodbye to some folks, and hopped on my bike to ride the 6+ miles home through midtown, and over the 59th Street Bridge, for my usual route through Long Island City, and finally back home to Astoria contemplating my experience during my first Farm Ride with Bicycle Shows U.S.. Though I had not completed the century route, I did not feel too badly about it as I had finished the 108.9 mile route to Montauk the month prior, and will have more than a few more chances to ride centuries before the cycling season ends.
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