I Finally Found My Home Planet
Welcome to the Outer Limits.
Welcome to the Outer Limits.
You can file Pirate’s Cove under one of those places that I have overlooked for far too long.
On Saturday morning, with the sky bright and blue I made my way over to the Cove so that I could relax and do some beach riding. It was another one of those days where I had the whole place to myself. Meanwhile… the mall was packed with cars. ::shrug:: Oh well, lucky me!
The view from up on the sandy hills is awesome. Unfortunately, photos flatten out just how high they are when you’re on top of them.
I rode along the shoreline, up the hill from the west and headed up to the tallest section to the east.
You get to take in so much from that vantage point. Being in a place that feels “tall” on Long Island is kind of hard to come by.
When I mounted up and began to roll down the hill, it occurred to me that being a clumsy ass and all, I might break my neck. Miracle of miracles, I managed to keep myself upright. Maybe I’m finally becoming a graceful swan? Nahhhhhhhhhh.
How is it that cast aside or throwaway things can be beautiful? And yet… they often just are.
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.