Well this past Friday and Saturday we finally got some good riding time in together. I had to head up to Cromwell so we made an excuse of it to take a ride up and take the long way home down by the Connecticut River. It was a gorgeous area and we got to see the amazing beast of a bridge. This bridge swings 90 degrees to allow boats to pass.
Since the whole process takes about 10 minutes and arrived at the bridge just as it was about to swing,we decided to stop for lunch. There are two restaurants near the bridge, and we picked a fancy Italian place with a nice patio. The ambiance seemed to be its only enjoyable feature by the time we left; this opinion came as a result of the douche-baggery of both the patrons and our hosts. A rude, foul mouthed, self proclaimed “big shot” was hard to ignore, and botched order that came out cold (there was almost no one there!) made the place hard to enjoy. Oh and to top it off I left my glasses there.
Nevertheless, the area was nice, and the bridge entertained us, as Jodie put it, “the same way it did when I was a kid.”
The best part came after lunch, when the bridge swung for a second time that afternoon. The road leading to the bridge winds along before reaching the intersection, and cars backed up for about a mile (from what we could tell). After about 10 minutes, an impatient man from the back of the line, where he couldn’t see the bridge, parked his car, got out and started grilling other drivers.
By the time he made it to the front of the line and saw what the hold-up was, the bridge was clicking back into place. He had to race back to his car, while everyone got a good laugh at his impatience.
We continued the nice ride back home where we stopped to prepare for “camping” up at the cabin. Since there’s almost no way to manage(yet) to bring all of our gear on the bike I had to switch to four wheels to bring our things to Jeff. We then hopped back on the bike to take a nice, windy ride up to Colebrook.
The roads in this area are so nice, and I wish we could have spent a bit more time up there, but there will be more time for that. We got there not long before Jeff, and soon we had a fire going and burgers grillin’. We enjoyed some brews and sat around relaxing and looking at the seemingly endless amount stars in the night sky.
In the morning we set off across the state towards Rhode Island, to Twisted Throttle. They were having their annual Open House so I wanted to head down and check out their facility. We were the sole bandit amongst a sea of V-Stroms, Tigers, Wings, and other bikes. They served free burgers and dogs, to which I helped myself after purchasing a pricey SW-Motech side case rack. Unfortunately, I had to work that night so after some chatting with a friendly Tiger owner, we headed out. Heres a look at our round trip, not including the early Friday Cromwell and back portion.