And here's Part Two.

I should explain that most of my ride was not particularly scenic.
This stretch of Montauk Highway was pretty typical. Nice, eh? But at least I didn't have to get off my bike to take the photo.

By the way... I wanted to do a little something to show my appreciation and respect for the distinctly British flavor I have detected in this thread. Oh, excuse me, I meant flavour, so sorry! Therefore I actually stopped, got off my little bicycle and stepped through a hole in a fence to take this photo ...
of ...
Yes, you knew it, that's the Long Island Rail Road station at Bellport, NY! One of the most British novels of the 20th Century was written not a mile from here! I refer, of course, to Something Fresh, which P. G. Wodehouse wrote one winter at a rented bungalow very near this scenic spot. You have to picture the young Plum standing on the platform, perhaps on a cold February morning in 1915, manuscript under his arm, waiting for a train to take him to The City so he could present it to his agent. I removed my helmet and stared solemnly.

And then I pootled on. I considered making a detour to Remsenburg, where Wodehouse lived out his later years, but I don't know which house was his, and it would have added another ten miles of riding. Another time, perhaps, if you specifically request more lovely Long Island photography. Speaking of which....

Carman's River, AKA Connecticut River. Note that I stopped for refreshment somewhere along the way, and it's dangling from the back.
Artistic shot, looking down from the bridge.

Canada geese and a Long Island Rail Road bridge. As I approach destination, I realized, that some dinner might be in order.
So I stopped at a supermarket, after which I had to mount yet another bag to the bike, this time from the handlebar. I pootled on, eventually reaching
my street!

There's the Mini, the tomato plants, lettuce, onions, and zucchini. Distance covered, 35 miles.