Ride Lugged

word. i’ve been trying to read a book a day. not a good book, just anything. i’m working now on longfellow’s favorite poems, a james cain book, the collected short stories of nabokov, and martin dugard’s account of james cook’s voyages… only 25% off all that is of any merit, but its vacationy feeling up here, cant i read crap? went to a drive in last nite, super dope. tons of people there. 5 bucks! per car! listen on your radio. felt very american and happy about that. its fucking 2 miles from our house. next time we’re riding bikes there… its over 56 years old… i got a slushie to feel extra american.

mel and i went on a fairly long ride the other day, to boalsburg, a small very victorian town with a tiny square and some chic shops, had a bad sandwich, and then went up tussey mtn, on a fairly deserted dirt road that climbed next a brook and gobs of blooming rhodidendron, (i know i cant spell) and all of these rad old cottages that persumably were for rent. they were all next to this brook, and all very cool 1920s style, but none were the same. the road climbed to a ridge, and we rode along the ridge until we came to a lake, ate some fig newtons and then pedaled down the mtn, thru some incredible farmland. mel stopped to talk to some sheep and a goat that was so excited he fell backwards into a stream… anyway, it was the longest ride i had taken mel on, and she just got faster as it got longer, so i think as long as i keep the rides fairly super big climb free, we can go pretty good distances…

rob rides a sketchy loose headset nishiki at a high rate of speed while i snap pictures without looking at the road for some time… we hadnt even started drinking yet…


it was a good, if shortish ride, weather perfect. i’ve since added fenders to the b-stone, the rain has been sporatic, and i hate on a wet ass crack. took mel on a 35 mile ride the other day, up a mtn road next to a gushing stream… crested at a lake, break there, then rolling farmland all the way home…