23rd October
Spent yesterday doing various domestic bits & pieces at the hotel, but decided I must get back into the rhythm of riding today.
I get the bike packed and I’m fed, watered, booted & suited at 0900, deciding to head vaguely north west into Vermont, for no better reason than it looked interesting on the map.
Except it wasn’t, really. Interesting, I mean. It was pretty enough but, a bit like Michigan, it wasn’t spectacular. As I enter the slightly raised elevations, the leaves are clearly past their best and the landscape wintry…
…rather than merely autumnal. I stay on the back roads, most of which are well surfaced and dry. Riding through here is definitely reminiscent of England – nowhere more so than in the place names – I ride through, or near, Exeter, Epping, Shrewsbury, Bradford and Windsor.
I find this old gent on the edge of a scrap yard. I later spend some time on Google, and manage to identify it as a 1940 Oldsmobile…
It never ceases to amaze me that vehicles like this are so often seen lying at the side of the road. I reckon just about any 1940 vintage vehicle would be snapped up by a restorer in the UK, a better fate than this one is facing, I reckon…
It’s quite cold and, despite my heated clothing, the temperature starts to take its toll on me. I stop for a while by a nameless lake, somewhere near Unity, and spend a few minutes listening to the leaves being blown around by the light breeze…
…before getting back onto the bike and setting Bettie the task of finding me somewhere to spend the night. I end up in Rutland, at the most poorly maintained EconoLodge on the planet. An early night beckons…
Spent yesterday doing various domestic bits & pieces at the hotel, but decided I must get back into the rhythm of riding today.
I get the bike packed and I’m fed, watered, booted & suited at 0900, deciding to head vaguely north west into Vermont, for no better reason than it looked interesting on the map.
Except it wasn’t, really. Interesting, I mean. It was pretty enough but, a bit like Michigan, it wasn’t spectacular. As I enter the slightly raised elevations, the leaves are clearly past their best and the landscape wintry…
…rather than merely autumnal. I stay on the back roads, most of which are well surfaced and dry. Riding through here is definitely reminiscent of England – nowhere more so than in the place names – I ride through, or near, Exeter, Epping, Shrewsbury, Bradford and Windsor.
I find this old gent on the edge of a scrap yard. I later spend some time on Google, and manage to identify it as a 1940 Oldsmobile…
It never ceases to amaze me that vehicles like this are so often seen lying at the side of the road. I reckon just about any 1940 vintage vehicle would be snapped up by a restorer in the UK, a better fate than this one is facing, I reckon…
It’s quite cold and, despite my heated clothing, the temperature starts to take its toll on me. I stop for a while by a nameless lake, somewhere near Unity, and spend a few minutes listening to the leaves being blown around by the light breeze…
…before getting back onto the bike and setting Bettie the task of finding me somewhere to spend the night. I end up in Rutland, at the most poorly maintained EconoLodge on the planet. An early night beckons…