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BrickMonster
📅 4 pv sitten 👁 1

Vrijdagochtend door de Beemster

Solo Ride Country Road Fog Season End Morning Ride

Gisterochtend voor zevenen wakker zonder wekker, dat gebeurt de laatste weken vaker. Buiten was het stil en koud genoeg voor de dikke handschoenen, dus heb ik de Monster van slot gehaald en ben ik zonder plan de stad uit gereden. Via het Noordhollandsch Kanaal naar boven, op de pont vooraan gaan staan zodat ik als eerste weg kon.Bij Purmerend ben ik van de doorgaande weg af gegaan en de Beemster in gereden. Dat is het soort landschap waar niemand foto's van maakt: kaarsrechte wegen, sloten aan weerskanten, rijen bomen die precies even oud zijn en een horizon die je de hele rit blijft zien. Op de kop van zo'n weg lag de mist nog laag over het land, een halve meter hoog, met de koeien er tot hun schouders in. Ik heb de motor uitgezet en een minuut of vijf niks gedaan, wat me op de terugweg n...

ChromeWolf
ChromeWolf
📅 6 pv sitten

Cutting Grass at a Church Out Past Ashland City

Country Road Fog Story Time Morning Ride Cruiser

Went out early Tuesday because August in Tennessee only lends you the morning and takes the rest of it back. Ran the Heritage north on 12 with the fog still sitting in the bottoms along the river, thick enough in spots that I could see the tops of the corn and nothing under them.There is an old brick church out that way with a cemetery beside it and a gravel lot that has been packed hard by about a hundred years of Sunday parking. I have gone by it more times than I can count and never once pulled in. Tuesday there was a fella on a riding mower working his way between the stones, so I turned in.He shut the mower off when he saw the bike, which I did not ask him to do. Said he cuts it every other week from April to October and nobody pays him for it and nobody asked him to start. His people...

ChromeWolf
ChromeWolf
📅 23 pv sitten 👁 8

The Tarp in a Garage Out Past Pegram

Fog Story Time Morning Ride Classic Bike Barn Find

Sunday I was out before six, because August in Tennessee gives you about three good hours and then it starts leaning on you. Ran the Heritage west on 70 with the fog still lying in the low spots, the river bottoms doing that thing where the whole world is white up to your knees and clear above it.Out past Pegram somebody had wired a cardboard sign to a fence post. ESTATE SALE, hand lettered, arrow pointing up a gravel drive. It was a quarter past seven and no sale starts at a quarter past seven, but the garage door was up and a light was on, so I turned in.A woman in her seventies was sorting her husband's tools onto folding tables, price stickers on a few of them and not on most. He had been gone four months. She said it plain, the way people do once they have had to say it enough times. ...