My wife came back from VT today, after taking care of her father for a few days. He is doing well and going crazy because he is not able to do much of anything for the next 5 weeks. Wifey called me before she left, and asked if I would like to meet her halfway. I thought it would be a good long ride, and set out around noon.
I am still trying to get the riding self portrait down.
The ride is mostly back roads, through Plymouth, into Warren and then onto some interesting dirt roads. It heads past an excellent climbing spot, through a few lumberyards and along the Baker River. The highlight of the ride is the town with the rocket ship.
I am not sure why it is there, or why all my typing is now hyperlinked, but it is. The town with the rocket ship also has really cool cops. Just ask my father, who was pulled over by one when he was driving me up to college my freshman year. The chief doesn't like it when people speed in "his" town. After the rocket, I rode through a field where a farmer was spreading manure. I live in Vermont, and my house is surrounded by dairy farms. I know what cow shit smells like. This guy was not spreading just cowshit. I learned about "humanure" the other day watching the Daily show. I think this guy saw the same show and decided to try his hand at his own form of humanure.
The best part about choking through the field of freshly spread fecal matter was that it was right before the big climb of the ride. Right around mile 50 the road goes up. About 1500 feet in two or three miles. Not fun.
If you look closely, you can see the tractor spreading the doodie.
After the climb, their is a short descent and then rolling hills until the state line. I almost beat Aliza to the bridge, but she picked me up a mile before, right as it started to rain. I was very happy.
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