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Day 20: Reason Number 112 to Always Have A Camera When Riding Your Motorcycle – #29in29

Day 18: Duc, Duck, …Falco? – #29in29

Day 12: Ye Olde Long Island – #29in29

This winter has really been an excellent one for riding here on Long Island. We haven’t gotten any snow to speak of and the temperatures have been mild.

I feel sad for the folks who have to store their motorcycles for the winter. Hang in there… spring is on the way.

While out enjoying the un-wintery weather this week, my travels took me through the town of East Hampton, which was the first English settlement in New York. I stopped and walked through the cemetery there.

Having seen it several times from across the fence, I wanted to get a closer look at the tomb of Lion Gardiner. Descendants of Lion still own Gardiner’s Island now 400 years later.

The art found in cemeteries can really be beautiful.

Long Island: Fork to Fork On the Ferry

What is it about boarding a ferry on your bike that makes you feel like you’re going somewhere even when that somewhere is less than a mile away?

On the eastern end of Long Island, to get from one fork to the other you can hop the ferry in either Greenport or Sag Harbor and use lovely Shelter Island as your cut through.

Of course while you’re there, it would be a shame to miss out on riding around the island’s quiet lanes.

I’ve heard it said that Shelter Island has a New England-y feel to it. It’s hard for me to tell because I have been there enough times for it to only feel like Shelter Island. I guess you’ll just have to go and decide for yourself.

Even though the ride on both boats is all of 5 minutes, you still get the sensation that you’re heading off on an adventure.

Perception is everything.

The Tiger, the Bull and the Duck on a Winter Day

I don’t know if I am just a creature of habit, a 1 trick pony or what? But, there are a few landmarks here on Long Island that I cannot ride by without stopping to take a photo.

While out for a ride to enjoy the unseasonably warm December weather, I stopped in some of my favorite spots on my way east. Again.

Exhibit A: The big black bull in Manorville.

I don’t mean to stop and peer over the fence to look at the giant metal bull, it just happens. There are usually a couple furry-legged horses there in the corral that look at me like I’m an idiot when I do.

“Oh, brother. There’s the lady again. I wonder if she knows that Angus isn’t real?”

Exhibit B: The Big Duck of Flanders

The duck has some kind of magnetic field that pulls me right in. It very well could be a tractor beam emitted from its red eyes.

It never changes. It’s the same duck it’s been since the first time I saw it and yet… can’t pass it by.

Quack, Quack!