September... check!

Got out of the house at 7:00 AM yesterday on my 1954 Alvin Drysdale sports tourer, with five speed Simplex (Tour de France model) derailleur. The Veeder cyclometer on the front wheel read 850.0 when I left. Remember, I don't usually ride bikes with derailleurs....

Rode a bit east and a lot south, through the rolling farmland. Who you callin' turkey, turkey?

Into the Pinelands, with lakes

and quiet roads

and combinations of the two

and even another cyclist or two.


At one point I decided to take a photo, facing forward, framed the same way each time, at one mile intervals. I kept this up for about 30 miles, from deep in the pines until I was out in the farmland again.



If there is a popular outcry I will upload a series of them to Picasa or something, so you can take a virtual ride yourself, but I'm not going to subject y'all to these photos here. Trust me, they look pretty much the same, one after the other, though you can tell that the size and type of trees changes gradually; thicker here, thinner there, more pine or more oak. Pretty. Monotonous. I started looking for other things to photograph....


When I got home, my mileage ticker read 949.6 miles, so I kept on going. Turned around 0.2 miles later, and when I finally got off the bike, it said I had gone an even 100.0 (uncalibrated) miles.

I mapped it out on BikeRouteToaster, and it said 106 miles. Sounds about right. Nice ride!

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Edit: oh, and I forgot the best part: 983 feet of climbing, total. And those were some wicked climbs, lemme tellya....