Tuesday, October 17, 2006
From Sea to Shining Sea
For the last three days my brother Mark and I rode from Albany to Connecticut, amidst a blaze of color. The autumn foliage was at an absolute peak, and the cold mornings and clear sunny skies were almost ideal.
We arrived at the shore in Guilford, CT on Sunday (10/15). Although the crowd that welcomed us was much smaller than the purported 15,000 in Dearborn I was surprized, and incredibly happy, to find that it included Marga. She was secretly flown in Saturday afternoon. Her trip was a secret from me, everyone else seemed to know what was going on, but there were no leaks. After providing photo ops for the welcoming throng we rode to Mark and Andrea's for a combined end of trip and 60th birthday party.
Profound concluding remarks will be Jeff's responsibility. Its been an amazing journey.
Regards,
David
(Note: A number of new photo albums can now be viewed at snapfish.com by signing in as dsklar46@yahoo.com with password biketodetroit.)
We arrived at the shore in Guilford, CT on Sunday (10/15). Although the crowd that welcomed us was much smaller than the purported 15,000 in Dearborn I was surprized, and incredibly happy, to find that it included Marga. She was secretly flown in Saturday afternoon. Her trip was a secret from me, everyone else seemed to know what was going on, but there were no leaks. After providing photo ops for the welcoming throng we rode to Mark and Andrea's for a combined end of trip and 60th birthday party.
Profound concluding remarks will be Jeff's responsibility. Its been an amazing journey.
Regards,
David
(Note: A number of new photo albums can now be viewed at snapfish.com by signing in as dsklar46@yahoo.com with password biketodetroit.)
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BRAVO!
It was great to see you at the Guilford, Connecticut docks after last seeing you at the San Francisco Ferry Terminal docks. Sea to shining sea indeed...a tremendous accomplishment.
The pictures have been wonderful. we are looking forward to a few more story postings and commentary from Jeff.
Love,
m
It was great to see you at the Guilford, Connecticut docks after last seeing you at the San Francisco Ferry Terminal docks. Sea to shining sea indeed...a tremendous accomplishment.
The pictures have been wonderful. we are looking forward to a few more story postings and commentary from Jeff.
Love,
m
# posted by 
: Wednesday, October 18, 2006 11:01:00 AM
: Wednesday, October 18, 2006 11:01:00 AM
and just a little more bicycle poetry:
The Bicycle Poems
by Chris Gage
I.
It’s turning out to be a truly fine year for bicycles.
At once point demand was worldwide, aging like wine in barrels
and wouldn’t arrive here for another two years.
II.
Ah, the weather paragraph: A fine day for a ride,
with a back-wind rolling off the hills,
like a child losing his marbles
down a flight of stairs.
III.
"I love to ride my bicycle,
I love to ride my bike."
The uncontrollable illusion created
by the whirring spokes of a bicycle wheel
like trying to get a song unstuck from your head.
IV.
The Sunday rider in hat and scarf
has made a mess out of Euclid.
He has no regard for Shackleton,
no truck with Einstein --
no end in sight,
no where to be.
He describes a perfect, random path,
where it appeared there was no such thing.
About the author:
Chris Gage lives in Greenpoint, Brooklyn.
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The Bicycle Poems
by Chris Gage
I.
It’s turning out to be a truly fine year for bicycles.
At once point demand was worldwide, aging like wine in barrels
and wouldn’t arrive here for another two years.
II.
Ah, the weather paragraph: A fine day for a ride,
with a back-wind rolling off the hills,
like a child losing his marbles
down a flight of stairs.
III.
"I love to ride my bicycle,
I love to ride my bike."
The uncontrollable illusion created
by the whirring spokes of a bicycle wheel
like trying to get a song unstuck from your head.
IV.
The Sunday rider in hat and scarf
has made a mess out of Euclid.
He has no regard for Shackleton,
no truck with Einstein --
no end in sight,
no where to be.
He describes a perfect, random path,
where it appeared there was no such thing.
About the author:
Chris Gage lives in Greenpoint, Brooklyn.
# posted by : Wednesday, October 18, 2006 11:03:00 AM
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