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Fatbike on the Beach at Fire Island

As imperfect as Long Island is for riding a motorcycle, it as equally as perfect for beach riding a fatbike. Go figure.

The first “long” ride I took with Lord Chubbleton was on Fire Island. What started with a casual ride along the shoreline, turned into a 20 mile roll.

Now, I know in the grand scheme of bicycle rides 20 isn’t very long. But for my inexperienced legs in the sand? It was.

George and I rode east from Robert Moses along the beach, chit-chatting away. Before we knew it 10 miles had passed.

In the interest of different scenery, we left the beach and headed into the towns.

There are no paved roads on Fire Island. There is nothing but sand.

And deer.

This sweet little baby was unfazed by me as I rode closer and closer. I stopped and took out my phone and it didn’t even flinch. How wonderful and terrible.

They’re just so cute. I want to hug one.

Escapism and Healing Through Motorcycles

After fourteen years together, I tearfully said goodbye to my sweet pup last week. I am devastated by her absence. She came home from the shelter with me before I knew my husband, before my daughter came into the world. She was the first member of the family that I began to build for myself as an adult. I love and miss her terribly.

Over the weekend, I tried to be normal and to cope with my feelings of loss. Typically, I tried to keep busy taking care of the things that need to be taken care of at home. But sometimes the place where you live, that place you’ve filled up with memories can feel like a prison.

With a crazed sense of urgency it seemed that I might lose my mind if I stayed in this house one second longer. I had to flee. The feelings washed over me in a panic.

My motorcycle provided the perfect escape.

There is something healing in those two simple wheels. I experienced that when I lost my dad last year. Being immersed in the task at hand, being focused on what you’re doing allows you to ignore all of the nagging stresses, the hurts, the aspects of your life that you just want to turn off.

I think I would have had a complete meltdown this weekend were it not for the ability to ride, to get away from the part of myself I didn’t want to deal with.

Two-wheels to healing.

Getting Fat at Caumsett State Park

My friend George was really the person who lit the fire in me to get a fatbike. Seeing his ride pushed me over the edge to buy a bicycle. It’s probably no surprise then that he’s the person that I have been riding with most often. He’s a good sport, the adventurous type and seems to be up for anything.

Since neither one of us had really spent any time there before, we made a plan to check out Caumsett State Park in Lloyd Harbor.

Prior to our fatbike ride, my only 2 visits to Caumsett State Park were for running events. I had never even ventured off of the paved path. When George and I rolled along the dirt road towards the beach it was really eye opening to see how big and wooded the park actually is. A great surprise. The park is diverse. It has beach front, trails, paved paths, dirt roads… a little of everything.

I love having the GoPro clicking away on my handlebars. It’s awesome to come home and see what it captured along the way.

There is always some new-to-me beautiful thing, some unexpected site with each trip on the fatbike. It keeps driving home the idea that there is so little that I know about the world and about my surroundings. The only right thing to do would be to keep getting out there and soaking it all in. It’s would be a cryin’ shame to waste the beauty.

While we were pedaling around on the beach we spotted this fatty basking on a rock.

Along the beachfront by the eroding cliffs, there were stripes of water that trickled down and worked their way towards the Sound. These muddy patches were like ice! I came very close to wiping out which of course would have been hysterical :D

The mud was very clay-like and caked up on our tires very quickly. Looks delicious, doesn’t it?

These two look like they’re in love. Long walks on the beach, sunsets… I wonder if 9 months they’ll be expecting a tricycle?