Clydesdales/Athenas (200+ lb / 91+ kg) - Bent The Law A Little.....But It Was FUN!!

Not looking for a moral ruling here. If you have a problem with a few little laws being broken, don't read on.

I rode my usual 15 mile loop at 5:30 this evening and than came home and fixed supper. Afterwords, I just didn't feel satisfied with the days miles and decided to go put a few more on, so at 8:30 with almost no light left, I took off.

The plan was to just cruise around town for a 3-4 miles. Well, I got a little sidetracked when I went through our local park. The park is well lit and has several big smooth rolling hills that i love to drift over between our grandstand and the tennis courts. I almost always incorporate this in to every ride I take, either as a warm up before going a direction out of town, or as a cool down before heading home, so this was not a new thing for me. What was new, was when I arrived at the tennis courts, the lights of the court were reflecting off of the cart path of the 18 hole country club about 100 ft away. Funny, I have lived here my whole life, and have rode here hundreds of times, but not being a golfer, I just never realized how close this was to where I always ride.

Well, this was where the law started getting broken:innocent: I could not resist this perfectly smooth, wonderfully rolling path. I looked around.....nobody....I slipped into the night and onto the path and off I went. Holy Crap:love: I have never ridden anything that seemed so perfectly designed for bike riding:thumb: There were tons of hills, but the downhills seemed perfectly matched to the size of the uphill, so it was like I was on flat ground. This course is actually divide into two 9s. Last winter I slipped out on the back 9 path on a rainy day, but had yet to had the pleasure of sneaking onto this one.

What a wonderful treat. If you have ever ridden a golf course, you know what I am talking about. The combination of the smoother rolling hills, my new Big Apple Fat Boy tires, and the darkness was almost a sensory overload:twitchy::D:twitchy::D

In the words of Ferris Bueller:
"The question isn't "what are we going to do," the question is "what aren't we going to do?"
or
"Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."

Not looking for a moral ruling here. If you have a problem with a few little laws being broken, don't read on.

I rode my usual 15 mile loop at 5:30 this evening and than came home and fixed supper. Afterwords, I just didn't feel satisfied with the days miles and decided to go put a few more on, so at 8:30 with almost no light left, I took off.

The plan was to just cruise around town for a 3-4 miles. Well, I got a little sidetracked when I went through our local park. The park is well lit and has several big smooth rolling hills that i love to drift over between our grandstand and the tennis courts. I almost always incorporate this in to every ride I take, either as a warm up before going a direction out of town, or as a cool down before heading home, so this was not a new thing for me. What was new, was when I arrived at the tennis courts, the lights of the court were reflecting off of the cart path of the 18 hole country club about 100 ft away. Funny, I have lived here my whole life, and have rode here hundreds of times, but not being a golfer, I just never realized how close this was to where I always ride.

Well, this was where the law started getting broken:innocent: I could not resist this perfectly smooth, wonderfully rolling path. I looked around.....nobody....I slipped into the night and onto the path and off I went. Holy Crap:love: I have never ridden anything that seemed so perfectly designed for bike riding:thumb: There were tons of hills, but the downhills seemed perfectly matched to the size of the uphill, so it was like I was on flat ground. This course is actually divide into two 9s. Last winter I slipped out on the back 9 path on a rainy day, but had yet to had the pleasure of sneaking onto this one.

What a wonderful treat. If you have ever ridden a golf course, you know what I am talking about. The combination of the smoother rolling hills, my new Big Apple Fat Boy tires, and the darkness was almost a sensory overload:twitchy::D:twitchy::D

In the words of Ferris Bueller:
"The question isn't "what are we going to do," the question is "what aren't we going to do?"
or
"Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."

Some hills can be fun, no laws broken (60lm/h) speed limit, but yesterday I hit the hill on Sheppard Avenue just East of Bathurst Here to Toronto, for those who don't know this hill, it's a valley, the two sides are about the same elevation, so it's basically a down and up, hit 45km/h (27mph) on the downhill, hit 4.5km/h (2.7MPH) on the uphill

Man, when your in a car, 45km/h seems pretty slow, your insulated from how fast 45km/h really is.

Better be careful out there.
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I have a bike path (MUP) that follows a winding branch of the a local river. I feel like Jackie Stewart when I ride on that path at 20 mph. The turns are tight enough to scrape the pedals. It's even more fun at night, but I use lights.

In my case, my risks are not from the police, but from the pavement. I had a fall from turning too hard on wet pavement. I also destroyed a wheel by hitting a metal flange that I could not see in the dark. Neither event caused any serious issues. With rewards come risks!

Michael

Back in high school/junior college I used to live about 1 mile from a golf course (not a country club), and used to go run around it at dawn (even before the groundkeepers got there). That was the best; nice 'give' to the grass on the fairways, no one around. I eventually got caught, but they allowed me to keep running there as long as I'd watch for an vandalism (someone has been damaging the ball washers and restrooms), and as long as I stayed off the greens and out of the sandtraps (common sense, already did that).

While on the cross country team at a local junior college, we got to use the local country club's golf course (a different one) for our conference's championship meet. Very cool of the course management to shut down and allow that for an afternoon. The golf team used it, too.

I have a hill that I routinely hit 40 mph on. The problem is that on school days, the bottom of the hill is a 20 mph school zone. I'll have to confess to breaking the law more then once there, but I do slow down when the kids are actually present. Once I hit 41 mph, so I was over the regular speed limit too.:D

Haha, back in high school my best friend lived right behind our local golf course and we used to play paintball out there at night. I was on the high school golf team and our coach would always get so ticked off when he found out about the paint.

I used to live right behind a golf course. I jogged a 2 mile loop there 2-3 mornings a week for months and nobody ever tried to stop me. I biked there a few times too, but the trails weren't long enough to get in a good ride without going around in circles so I stopped.

-DR

Moral ruling? You fix supper?:eek: My way of fixing supper:........ Hey Gina, fix my supper!:mad:

There is a ride outhere in Borrgo Springs that actually cuts thru the golf course near the end of the ride. Nice smooth concrete path. Is you talkin' concrete or dirt path?

So wait, did you not take your lights for the ride at dusk, and that was the broken law? That's just dangerous.

Moral ruling? You fix supper?:eek: My way of fixing supper:........ Hey Gina, fix my supper!:mad:

There is a ride outhere in Borrgo Springs that actually cuts thru the golf course near the end of the ride. Nice smooth concrete path. Is you talkin' concrete or dirt path?

Regarding Supper, I am the lady of the house.

Regarding the Path, All Concrete

So wait, did you not take your lights for the ride at dusk, and that was the broken law? That's just dangerous.

A almost never ride with lights. I did have my red back blinky running. We are pretty rural so not a big problem. The bent law was the trespassing on the private country club.

You rebel you, lol.

Meh, as long as you stayed on the cart path, and didn't get caught, no harm done.

Just in case...next time bring a club and a ball.:D

Just in case...next time bring a club and a ball.:D

My God!...............You're a genius (and a bit devious of mind;)

Elks in Estes Park, CO fight their rut duels on the golf course - and ladies later come down there to deliver babies. They close the course everytime:)

In the old days in Prague, there was a special area for college students military training. (you had the option to study "the art of war:)" and after college graduation serve one mandatory year in the army as an officer or skip it and serve two years as a private (the army, of course, was part of the East block and we were learning to fight them evil Americans and NATO in general, LOL))
Anyway, in 90ties, they changed the area to office campus and a golf course. Every time I drive by, I remember digging a fox hole in heavy rain near the third hole and driving tank T-55 along the path golf carts run today...

There are several golf courses alongside SART. I look over at all that nice, smooth concrete and all those rolling hillocks and curves and just drool.

My God!...............You're a genius (and a bit devious of mind;)


You're right! Some guys are just so friggin'.....so friggin'....there aint even a word for it!. Wish I was that smart!:D

I rode the back 9 tonight after a rain. Every valley (and I would say there was maybe 20) had a full puddle at the bottom. I have the perfect "skunk stripe" up the back of my yellow meth-conference t-shirt :D

Nice job...just watch out for an angry old fart swingin' a 9-iron :lol: