4/25-27/2008: Athmane and I camped out at Janice's house late Saturday night. Sunday
morning, the three of us hitched up our bikes, and drove to what seemed as the
last train station on earth, Mattituck, Long Island. Harry, David G, and
Harry's friend Monty, had arrived and were hailing a table at the Love Lane
cafe, where service was horrendously slow, but breakfast was tasty once it
arrived. After, kicking tires, admiring nifty bike accessories and zipping up
our rain gear amidst the annoying mist, not quite drizzle, we mounted and were
off. It was no further than 1/2 mile, when I realized, no matter how much I
wanted to have the wind in my hair, three weeks post-op, on both my feet, was not
going to allow me to come close to making the 24-mile journey. The group
pedaled on at a brisk eight miles an hour, while I headed back to the car, loaded
my bike, put on my flip flops, and played chase car. We stopped off at this
Light House
for snacks and stories. The return route brought us to the Wine Tasting room, a Goat Cheese
stand, and once again to the start and end of our day at the Love Lane Cafe.
Our dinnertime antics got us talked to, by the owner, because we had smuggled
in some of our goat cheese. Some of the group remarked, it was reminiscent of
the trip to Martha's Vineyard, police versus Joan incident. We had great belly
laughs, and give big Kudos to Harry, the map maker/trip leader, as we continue
the Road Rooster call of the wild "we may be foul, but we ain't chicken."
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