Biking home from Medway


So this Saturday I decided to redo a ride I had taken about a year ago; where I had biked from Boston to Medway back then, I planned on biking from Medway back to Boston today.  The route is about 23mi, and the last time I had ridden this route had been when I still lived on Mission Hill, and I had ridden the old Fuji back then, when it still actually had a front derailer.  The ride to Medway was annoyingly hilly and slow, so I was hoping that this return trip would be a lot more downhill and coasting.  I was right.

This ride was one of the easiest long rides I’ve done in as long as I can remember.  I seriously moved out of the top three gears on the new Scott three times at most, and those were just because of some mean-steep hills.  So I flew, hopping up to the top gear more than once to speed past cars on the downhill.  I intended to stop at an ice cream place called Bubbling Brook, but remembered while I was riding that the shop is at the bottom of a huge hill that I’d be riding down.  Well, I decided to skip the restaurant when I passed it going at least 25mph on the downhill; no way was I going to loose that momentum for a small scoop of ice cream.

So I continued on, nearly flying through the town centers and over the bridge spanning I-95, ‘till I found myself riding through JP.  From ere I tried to decide where I wanted to go: either JP licks for an ice cream, home to cook something up, or hang out at my buddy T’s place and grab some pizza from down the street.  Well, as I hit JP licks I had a tail-wind and a green light, so that option dropped off.  But, by the time I got to the intersection by T’s place my stomach was reminding me on no uncertain terms how long it had been since I had last eaten.  So pizza it was, and when combined with bad anime and beer, Pizza becomes one of the greatest inventions of mankind, and a great way to finish off a long bike ride.

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