Hey Ken, I used to ride my bike over that bridge after they closed it for cars and trucks. I figured if it had been standing for 125 years and had a five ton weight limit it would probably carry skinny me and my eBike over the Housatonic. And it did so just fine. Then they turned it into a construction site and replaced the nicely-lettered Jersey barriers with a plywood fence and started to rip up the decking. Game over.
The only way I could cross the Housie there now would be if I donned some Jesus shoes.
If Bud decides to lay low today, I should be back in 2nd place in a couple of hours (or at least neck and neck).
That's cuz' even though I weenied out on commuting today—bad WX threatened—I've got to ride to CVS in New York State for meds and toothpaste. That's a twenty-mile trip. See y'all in a few hours God willing and the creek don't rise.
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Brambor - feel well cap'n. I miss Maine, especially mid-coast or further down east. Haven't eaten one of those Homarus Americanus in too damn long. Grew up next door to a commercial fisherman who used to leave boxes of bugs on our back porch at least once a week. I was the only kid in Central Grammar School who was so tired of lobster salad that he'd trade his sandwich for a PB&J.
Go Team EBR!
Allen