Stupid is as stupid does. Or, something anyway.
Ya’ll know the drill, get up and get at it. Nothing feels quite as right as the morning sun coming up as you eat miles. Nothing in this life comes easy. Well, nothing worth doing anyway. Being a father is work, being a husband is work, being a cyclist is work. And, you know what? I wouldn’t change a thing.
‘Round these parts, we fly them colors. Got. Damn. Right.
I’m not sure what this thing is measuring. If I had to guess, and I suppose I will, I’d say it’s 43 miles to Easton and 25 miles to Trenton. But, I’d probably be wrong. Don’t worry, I just finished law school. I am well used to being wrong about all manner of things. NJ Towpath pdf here: http://www.state.nj.us/transportation/commuter/bike/pdf/drcanal.pdf.
I made it to Frenchtown. Sometimes that’s just enough.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I’d say I just earned myself a Tastykake.
My mind rolled over Charles Pelkey a few times today while I pedaled along, just my thoughts and I. Cancer. And, let go from Velonews. I don’t know what is going on with that company at the moment, but it promises to be interesting.
I’ve traded a few emails with Mr. Pelkey over the years. He too went through law school as a middle aged man. He sent me notes of encouragement. And I appreciated it very much. Now, he can use some himself. Send your vibes over toward Pelkey, folks. http://twitter.com/#!/Charles_Pelkey.
Family drove through the Garden State this summer, and I had accounts there as a rep. We had us some Tastykakes as well. I am glad that some people know the NJ is not just the turnpike, med waste on the beach, and those ass-clowns on TV.
Thanks for reminding me of college, bike rides along the Delaware, although I usually headed north from Easton towards the Water Gap, that was probably the best way to escape from the annoyance of school and a pissed off girlfriend. I’m not sure if Frenchtown still has a brewery, but New Hope’s Triumph brewery was pretty damn good the last time I stopped in for some pints.
Really enjoying all your posts from my neck of the wood (PHL). Are you gonna be in town for the Philly Grand Fondo next weekend?
Then I see the news on Pelkey. WTF Velonews!?! WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Velonews is a piece of shit organization. Parasites of cycling, not an enhancement. Not one, not fucking ONE muckraking article on the doping in cycling and they know. They know all about it. Working at Velonews is tantamount to saying you love the doping. Because they tacitly support it every way they can.
Reading the most recent issue of “Velo” as it’s apparently been renamed, I see that editor Ben Delaney is out too.
Love those roads, I get back there once a year myself for a little back road excursion past old stone homes and along carriage roads.It’s a great area to ride as long as your far from rush hr and winter.
had a velonews subscription for 18 years; let it lapse about 2 yrs ago. it turned to complete shit compared to what it once was.
the ONLY redeeming quality of the site is (was) Mr. Pelkey & his real-time grand tour coverage. always had it running in the background while i was (supposed to be) working. I’ll miss that when the Vuelta starts.
really,velonews? no mention of the “reorganization” on your site? no best wishes to a well respected (@ least to us readers) employee? Assholes.
I’m in agreement w/Motown. they know. they HAVE to know.
FUCK YOU HARD & DRY VELONEWS.
if by chance you’re reading this Charles;
YOU’VE GOT A POSSE BROTHER.
As much as i enjoy reading all the other regulars here on DC, it sure is nice to have you back at it B.J. Thanks!
Great pics of my home state. Some of the greatest riding is right here in the Garden State. Amwell Valley, Sourlands, Hopewell Valley. Some great bike shops too. I invite you all to give NJ a try. No Snooki, I promise!!!
Brian D +1.
NJ is all turnpike and waste dumps to most ppl. With waste dumps including Snooki. Who I point out is really from NY.
That said I would still fuck her.
And now for the official NJ motto. “Welcome to New Jersey. Now get out!”
Well. Except for bj. He can stay.
Back in ’86 I was on a pipeline job with Texas Eastern. 42″ high pressure gasline. The job kicked off at Lambertville and ran to Staten Island through some of the prettiest country you’ll ever see.
At one point there was this large wooded area and the roads were dirt twotrack. Several miles in there was this cool bar/diner. Them that don’t like Jersey, ain’t seen Jersey.