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Thurs. 11/8 Mixed Surface Ride from New Hartford
The forecast is looking good for Thursday. 6:00 start from New Hartford behind town hall.
Bring charged lights and reflective gear. Route is about 50% backroads 50% gravel.
About 2 hour ride time.
After ride beer and/or food at nearby establishment. 
Brent
I'm planning on it, may be on flat pedals but will be there.
Let's see if we can plan ahead for post ride meals and beer. Two weeks ago we picked up a pizza and headed to Legitimus. Last week the Parrot.
Any preferences?
Pat
I’m in.
Either destination afterwards works for me.
Eric
I will be there and have a new route to offer. It will be fun, and add a short section to walk. Without mapping it out (put on your visionary glasses), I propose leaving New Hartford, going across Puddletown to Breezy Hill, up and over Breezy Hill to come down Doyle. This will offer a short walk section at the bottom as we near Ratlum Rd. From there, we would head back on Puddletown, pick up the single track by Satans Kingdom, and then head up into Nepaug. From that point, we can decide if we head for Stub Hollow or up and over Steele. Confused? Well, show up for the adventure with lights, and money for post ride beverage. My vote is Legitimus. I'll bring come cheese and crackers.
This ride needs to be renamed from the Waynebiter to the Gear-Biter for the following reasons:
- Wayne posts up a big game but never shows up.
- Jan's light mount broke two weeks ago.
- My pedal broke last week.
- Mark's derailer cage disintegrated and Eric's saddle went north last night.
Thankfully there is always beer at the end of the ride rainbow.
> This ride needs to be renamed from the Waynebiter to the Gear-Biter for the following reasons: > > 1. Wayne posts up a big game but never shows up. > 2. Jan's light mount broke two weeks ago. > 3. My pedal broke last week. > 4. Mark's derailer cage disintegrated and Eric's saddle went north last night. >
Oh c'mon. This is nothing. Some EBCC night ride nostalgia:
- Wayne and Chris P. debating politics and religion the entire ride and everyone else dropping back into a second group. Pretty much every week.
- If your light goes out, Tom Q. offers you his spare crank-up light that requires no batteries.
- Greg B flat on his back for half-an-hour at Simsbury Farms while a whole group of us try, unsuccessfully, to get his cleats out of his pedals
- Rob M pinch flatting both tires on the same pothole, only to discover his spare tube stems are too short, necessitating Wayne and him swapping tubes. Four tire changes for one pothole
- Randy ripping off his derailleur and doing a single speed conversion in about three minutes. I think this happened every time he showed up.
- A human chain of six people pulling Roy and his bike out of the Farmington River
- Paul N. getting us hopelessly lost in Winding Trails, going in circles past the same stuff for about an hour while we all curse him because we're getting frostbite
- Scott H. and Dave W. showing up on a tandem
- Losing Dave W. and Ed Rambo somewhere along the river in Farmington. They were never found.
- Showshoeing in Penwood, where Greg still manages to endo
- Surprising some guy in full camo, illegally bow hunting at night near Tulmeadow Farm
- Surprising a group of (I am convinced) Satan worshipers having some kind of ceremony at Tunxis Meade
- Surprising the occasional smooching high school couple (where, of course, the guy convinced the girl he knows this place where NOBODY will find them in the dark)
- And my favorite: Greg has a nasty spill on Breezy Hill Road and is unable to ride back to the start. Scott decides to call Dave W at home and see if he is willing to leave the comfort of his living room and drive some guy (who he doesn't know) and his bike back to New Hartford. Dave finally agrees to this charitable act, when Scott says, "Oh, and you might want to cover your car seats with blankets or towels, because there's a lot of blood. Thanks. Goodbye. Click"
I could go on and on.
> > This ride needs to be renamed from the Waynebiter to the Gear-Biter for the following reasons: > > > > 1. Wayne posts up a big game but never shows up. > > 2. Jan's light mount broke two weeks ago. > > 3. My pedal broke last week. > > 4. Mark's derailer cage disintegrated and Eric's saddle went north last night. > > > > Oh c'mon. This is nothing. Some EBCC night ride nostalgia: >
> 1. Wayne and Chris P. debating politics and religion the entire ride and everyone else dropping back into a second group. Pretty much every week. > 2. If your light goes out, Tom Q. offers you his spare crank-up light that requires no batteries. > 3. Greg B flat on his back for half-an-hour at Simsbury Farms while a whole group of us try, unsuccessfully, to get his cleats out of his pedals > 4. Rob M pinch flatting both tires on the same pothole, only to discover his spare tube stems are too short, necessitating Wayne and him swapping tubes. Four tire changes for one pothole > 5. Randy ripping off his derailleur and doing a single speed conversion in about three minutes. I think this happened every time he showed up. > 6. A human chain of six people pulling Roy and his bike out of the Farmington River > 7. Paul N. getting us hopelessly lost in Winding Trails, going in circles past the same stuff for about an hour while we all curse him because we're getting frostbite > 8. Scott H. and Dave W. showing up on a tandem > 9. Losing Dave W. and Ed Rambo somewhere along the river in Farmington. They were never found. > 10. Showshoeing in Penwood, where Greg still manages to endo > 11. Surprising some guy in full camo, illegally bow hunting at night near Tulmeadow Farm > 12. Surprising a group of (I am convinced) Satan worshipers having some kind of ceremony at Tunxis Meade > 13. Surprising the occasional smooching high school couple (where, of course, the guy convinced the girl he knows this place where NOBODY will find them in the dark) > 14. And my favorite: Greg has a nasty spill on Breezy Hill Road and is unable to ride back to the start. Scott decides to call Dave W at home and see if he is willing to leave the comfort of his living room and drive some guy (who he doesn't know) and his bike back to New Hartford. Dave finally agrees to this charitable act, when Scott says, "Oh, and you might want to cover your car seats with blankets or towels, because there's a lot of blood. Thanks. Goodbye. Click" > > I could go on and on.
Ahhhhh, sweet nostalgia!
I forgot to add that I stopped routing the night rides through my neighborhood after Coleman spent an entire ride howling at the full moon at the top of his lungs.
Speaking of nostalgia, we need to find Scott Holmes' summary of the first D2R2 ride, aka "The adventures of Hucklerry Kirk" from which Randy earned his MacGyver nickname. That post was pure gold.