DE OPPRESSO LIBER
Official *******
Well, I'm certainly not Old Michael, and I don't play him on TV, but . . . . here goes my first real attempt at a reasonable ride report. And, of course, everyone knows that ride reports are essentially useless without pictures!
The ride was a spur of the moment, "I just got the kid on the bus and I have seven hours to get back . . .hmm. I need some of Alisson's clam chowder!" Back in the early 90's I was part of the Presidential protection team assigned to President Bush (the good one) and discovered the worlds best clam chowder ever in Kennebunkport, Maine. Ever since then, I've always compared all other restaraunt's chowder to Alisson's. Sadly, few come close. Noone can match the huge amount of clams that are just so delicately tender, or the creamy texture without ANY grit!
The day started out colder, but the when the ride started, it was 28 degrees. Still cold enough that I had to clear off the block of ice from the bike cover from the precipitation the day before!
Somewhere along the route, I came across a couple of signs that just deserved the U-turn despite being on somewhat of a timed schedule. Apparently, FredW seems to be intimately familiar (pun intended
) with this area!
Oddly enough, by perhaps some coincidence, this sign was within a few hundred yards of the nudist camp sign.
The ride wasn't too bad despite the temps. As I was enjoying some triple digit runs along the way, I was mentally trying to figure out the wind chill of 35 degrees with a windspeed of 108 mph (assuming there is no head-wind, Fred :huh: ) and decided that it was cold enough to make me wish I'd gotten the hand grip heaters farkled in. Finally, at Alisson's, I was able to enjoy a few bowls of clam chowder along with a few cups of coffee to warm the hands and belly! Group rides are always nice, but there's something special about just being in your own little world with only your thoughts to keep you company IMHO.
I ended up purchasing a gallon of that sweet, delicious liquid gold for a small sum of $50 to take home, decidedly to be brought out for Christmas time. After all, what's more special than Christmas? I was able to nestle that gallon prize inside the side bag along with my raingear for the ride home just so. Sure glad my side bag stayed put! I was thinking of you, Axe, everytime I looked in the mirror, I checked to make sure they were still there! What a mess that'd make, eh?
There was a beer truck parked in a no parking zone right next to the town square Christmas tree, and I thought, "Man, they really know how to do Christmas right up here!"
The Christmas tree was decorated with lobster pot bouys and lobsters, and crowned with a lobster fittingly holding a star in true Yankee New England fashion!
Then, just across and down the street, I saw this sign and for no real good reason, I just thought of Bustanut. Didn't see no sheep, but got scared just enough to decide that it was just time to go before things really started getting weird!
Well, hoping that this comes out right, pics and all, when I hit the Submit button! Lord knows it took me long enough to get the picture thing right, huh Fred!
The ride was a spur of the moment, "I just got the kid on the bus and I have seven hours to get back . . .hmm. I need some of Alisson's clam chowder!" Back in the early 90's I was part of the Presidential protection team assigned to President Bush (the good one) and discovered the worlds best clam chowder ever in Kennebunkport, Maine. Ever since then, I've always compared all other restaraunt's chowder to Alisson's. Sadly, few come close. Noone can match the huge amount of clams that are just so delicately tender, or the creamy texture without ANY grit!
The day started out colder, but the when the ride started, it was 28 degrees. Still cold enough that I had to clear off the block of ice from the bike cover from the precipitation the day before!
Somewhere along the route, I came across a couple of signs that just deserved the U-turn despite being on somewhat of a timed schedule. Apparently, FredW seems to be intimately familiar (pun intended
) with this area!
Oddly enough, by perhaps some coincidence, this sign was within a few hundred yards of the nudist camp sign.
The ride wasn't too bad despite the temps. As I was enjoying some triple digit runs along the way, I was mentally trying to figure out the wind chill of 35 degrees with a windspeed of 108 mph (assuming there is no head-wind, Fred :huh: ) and decided that it was cold enough to make me wish I'd gotten the hand grip heaters farkled in. Finally, at Alisson's, I was able to enjoy a few bowls of clam chowder along with a few cups of coffee to warm the hands and belly! Group rides are always nice, but there's something special about just being in your own little world with only your thoughts to keep you company IMHO.
I ended up purchasing a gallon of that sweet, delicious liquid gold for a small sum of $50 to take home, decidedly to be brought out for Christmas time. After all, what's more special than Christmas? I was able to nestle that gallon prize inside the side bag along with my raingear for the ride home just so. Sure glad my side bag stayed put! I was thinking of you, Axe, everytime I looked in the mirror, I checked to make sure they were still there! What a mess that'd make, eh?
There was a beer truck parked in a no parking zone right next to the town square Christmas tree, and I thought, "Man, they really know how to do Christmas right up here!"
The Christmas tree was decorated with lobster pot bouys and lobsters, and crowned with a lobster fittingly holding a star in true Yankee New England fashion!
Then, just across and down the street, I saw this sign and for no real good reason, I just thought of Bustanut. Didn't see no sheep, but got scared just enough to decide that it was just time to go before things really started getting weird!
Well, hoping that this comes out right, pics and all, when I hit the Submit button! Lord knows it took me long enough to get the picture thing right, huh Fred!
