We were out and about today in glorious weather (65 - 70 deg.) that really brought out the bikers, many of whom had serious cruiserface (i.e., that pained scowl reminiscent of someone who's greatly constipated). Then there were the squids, most of whom who were going too fast to really see much of anything. By contrast, our rides were all smiles as we went down roads, trails and into the woods in search of interesting things. We found some that were older.
And some that were newer, but not quite as pristine.
The caboose above was discovered down near the tracks.
Leading into a rail yard east of the Hoosac near the CT River.
Along the way were some great back roads - the rough but scenic kind that used to bust my fork seals, wear me out and make getting home the major objective.
Now, who wants to go home with all of these bucolic rivers and streams.
Mostly, we were scouting out some new roads and trails and revisiting some old ones. Seen below, rider number two was enjoying the Bardswell's Ferry pumpkinseed.
I wonder how many riders in the area know what (very) famous TV personality lives just over that bridge and up the hill to the right.