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Day 11: For A Minute There, I Was Almost Cool – #29in29

Day 11: For A Minute There, I Was Almost Cool – #29in29

The weather was cold but the sun was shining while I was on the ferry.

Tiger on the Ferry

When the man that takes the fare walked toward me, our eyes met and there was some spark of recognition that passed between us. His smile was handsome. He carried the air of a man who worked outside with his hands – tall, tough and rugged.

“Boy, you’re a brave soul,” he said looking into my eyes.  

I was feeling pretty swell about this exchange with such a good looking guy. It felt like flirting. At least that’s how I remember flirting feeling. I smiled back and said, “Yeah, I’m plugged in. It’s really quite nice out.”

As soon as the words left my lips and pooled into the winter air, the corners of his smile pulled in and faded ever so slightly. “Oh. You’re plugged in. That isn’t very hardcore is it?” he said.

Sonofa! 😆

Long Island: Fork to Fork On the Ferry

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?

Greenport - Shelter Island Ferry

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.

the forks of Long Island

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.

Tiger of the Ferry

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.

More Motorcycle Conversations on the Ferry

More Motorcycle Conversations on the Ferry

On board the Port Jefferson ferryOn Saturday, I rode in to Port Jefferson to hop the ferry. I was heading to Connecticut to meet up with another motorcycle blogger: Chris from EverydayRiding.org who is currently on road trip exploring the Northeast.

When I rode my Speed Triple into ferry parking lot there was a couple on a Harley-Davidson cruiser already waiting to board the boat. We exchanged smiles and a “hi”. I pulled in behind them in the line, hopped off my bike and watched the seemingly never-ending line of cars unloading from the boat that’d just come in.

The gregarious gentleman from the couple turned toward me, smiled and made some small talk.

“Howdaya like that Duc?”

“It’s a Triumph.”


“It’s a Triumph.”


“Yea. I love it. “

He walked over to get a closer look at the marque on the gas tank. I can only imagine that he was double-checking my work.

“Oh, okay. Well,… I grew up on GSXAwwws, Ninjizzz,… sooo…”

In that moment I figured there must be something more that would follow the dangling “so,” but there wasn’t. It just trailed off to open-ended oblivion.

It pains me to come to the realization that I’ll never know what growing up riding Japanese sportbikes has to do with not being able to tell the difference between a Ducati and a Triumph.

Happy motorcycle man then walked around my bike and looked at the tires. He smiled at me and said,

“Looks like you aren’t using that whole front tire. You paid for it, you should probably use it.”

I chuckled in spite of myself and replied,

“I’ll see what I can do today!”

People are endlessly amusing 🙂

People Watching on the Ferry

People Watching on the Ferry

The ladder on the ferryThough I was on line for the early ferry, the heat of the day was already rising. It was going to be a hot one.

I was the only motorcyclist on board the boat. And as such, people were apt to look at me. I was after all dressed in full motorcycle gear on a hot summer day. It didn’t help that my clothing was road dirty and covered in bugs. I felt self conscious and ugly.

After purchasing my ticket, I quickly scuttled outside to the upper deck of the boat where I could sit outside and enjoy the wind in my hair.

The microcosm that is the ferry was fascinating to observe. Like many other places where people congregate, it is a sea of personalities. There were the business people, glued to their phones; doing very important things on their notebook computers before the boat even left the port. There were the children – full of curiosity and wonder watching the harbor boats bobbing up and down on the water. There were groups of chatty women who seemingly never took a breath between sentences.

people watching the horizon on the ferry

And then… then there were the watchers; the silent ones staring out at the horizon. I liked them best. They were the people on the lookout for some unknown possibility in the place where the water touched the sky.

As I sat, a paper napkin came rolling towards me. It unfolded and danced on the wind. Darting back and forth, going every which way, it floated seemingly without direction or a goal. It was completely at the mercy of the wind.

I don’t think it knew where it was going either.

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