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Friday, March 15, 2013

Georgetown Bike Ride



Our adventures of late have all been within the Georgetown area and have been of similar variety as those previously disclosed.  Hence the lack of blogging.  We did, however, have a new experience about a week ago.  We had need for a trip to the pharmacy.  As we crossed Elizabeth Harbor in our dinghy that morning, Myron stated that if the loaner bikes were at the top of the dinghy dock, we would make it a bike ride.  In their absence, we would procure a taxi and accomplish our task in the same fashion as last year.

To my dread and worry, the bikes were available.  I was all for the exercise, it was the vehicular traffic in combination with narrow roads that concerned me.   After little deliberation about who got the mountain bike and who got the beach cruiser, we set off on our rusty and rickety two-wheeled steeds.  Myron’s mountain bike would rhythmically skip a gear spoke.  The chain was so rusty, we just hoped it would not break.  My cruiser gave me a fit of panic during the moment that I had to realize the brakes were not on the handles but in the pedals.  After working out those minor details we kept to the British left side of the road and pulled off the side, as often as, and IF, possible, when we heard traffic approach.  It seemed it was an uphill workout all the way to the pharmacy, although not in reality as the scenic beach remained steadfast on our right. 

Once our chore was accomplished at the pharmacy, we sought out the auto parts store.  According to Explorer Charts, we should have seen the store before we arrived at the pharmacy.  We pressed northward and found a small car repair shop that did not have our item.  The clerk told us that we had passed a NAPA store and needed to go back a mile.  She called it “AiD.”  Outside the repair place, as we discussed the allusive NAPA store, Myron observed a woman utilize a free compressor hose to fill her car tires.  Remember those days?  Free air?  Myron took the opportunity to substantially increase the pressure in our bike tires.  The difference was amazing, we no longer felt like all directions were uphill!  On our way back to town we found a building with a tiny “AiD” sign on the outside, and at the end of the long building was a Department of Treasury office.  Even though the place looked closed, we parked our bikes and sought an entrance.  We were impressed.  The inside was like a combination of True Value and Auto Zone.  No advertising on the outside other than small letters within the AID sign that read “Everything you need.”  Who knew?  No joy on what we actually needed, but now we know where it is.

I share this story, not only for fun, but also for cruisers who are coming to Georgetown.  The bike ride was not as harrowing as I had feared and proved another source of exercise.  We are thankful to the cruiser on “White Wing” who leaves his bikes there for all to use.

A few days ago, we had some large northerly swells from a storm near Bermuda.  We could see from our anchorage the spray of the swells breaking on the other side of Stocking Island.  Impressive.  We ventured across the island to view the power of the sea for ourselves.  At low tide, we were forced to walk above the high tide line.  The picture below is nothing like the placid water experienced by Shari and Paul during their stay.  There was no swimming in this: 


Today is cool due to the passage of a cold front and the northerly winds.  We are back in sweats.  It is only temporary.  To take advantage of the cool weather, we planned a long walk on Stocking Island with friends from “Rhapsody in Blue.”

Love to all,                                         
Dena

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