You ride to Sandy Hook so you can see stuff like this:
Most of the rides we do are about the ride; the place we wind up, or stop at, is of secondary importance (although Laura OLPH tries to make a point of stopping at places with great coffee). When we do Tom H's ride to Sandy Hook, though, it's largely about the destination. While some of the roads are pretty (and much of the real estate is exclusive), many of the roads have no shoulders, and today, in particular, there seemed to be a larger-than-usual number of cranky and aggressive drivers.
(It was also colder than I had planned for. After I got home, I made sure that my full-finger gloves and other cold weather gear was conveniently placed and ready to go.)
On this 65-mile ride, we made two stops; the first at a Wawa of no significance other than convenience, and the second at this pizza place that was on the route. As we were leaving, next to Ricky's purple Cinelli, was this excellent purple kids bike.
It looks almost like a father-and-daughter picture, doesn't it?
Ride Page here.
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