East Bay is the longest and oldest path in the state, 14.5 miles end to end. The last time I rode it was in 2003. I'd been riding a lot that summer, and that ride marked the first (and only) time I ever broke a hundred miles in a week before last Saturday. I was really starting to put together a good season of riding. Then about a week later I started having problems with my BP and heart rate that put me off the bike (and onto medication) for a good chunk of the rest of that summer. Stupid Advair.
Anyway, today I threw the Univega in the back of the truck, and headed over to the other side. Parked in East Providence, and rode to Bristol and back, 27+ miles, 73 miles for the long weekend, bringing the all-important seven-day total to 124 miles. Shazam! I also brought my camera, so there are more pictures.
Side note: Just for some perspective, later on in the day I was browsing the web for advice on bicycle cleaning and maintenance. I came across an article that suggested a weekly cleaning regimen, but that if one isn't routinely doing about 150 miles a week, as he does, then it can cut it back to biweekly or monthly depending upon the circumstances. And he's just some guy out there who rides a bike.
And just so I don't forget, there was this one woman riding along in front of me for awhile today who displayed absolutely no sense of self-preservation, or at least had no clue that it's the automobiles that have the right of way at crossings, not the bikes. Twice I watched her dash directly in front of an oncoming car as she crossed streets apparently without looking. Both times the drivers had to stomp on the brakes to miss her. My philosophy is that even if you do have the right of way, there's no way that I'm going to trust that the oncoming driver knows it. I finally caught up to her stopped at a crossing where there was stream of cars that even she couldn't help but notice, and she looked over at me and said "Isn't this a pain?" I muttered "human death bunny" under my breath.