This weekend bike trip was through the Toronto Bicycle Club, formerly High Park Bicycle Club. Nobody I’ve talked to can understand why the name was changed, when High Park really says who we are, but that’s another story.

Brockport is on the Erie Canal and owes its existence to the building of the canal in the early 19th century, so it’s very historic, and very well kept. We stayed at an Inn, and had a choice of cycling routes during the 2 days. Dianne and Michael were the organizers and did a splendid job. I told them they were the best organizers since Dennis and Vicki.

One of the really great things about these trips is that you get to hang out with old friends you maybe haven’t seen for awhile. Then you get to talk about some of them that aren’t there. For example, we learned that there’s evidence that couples may have broken up because of toilet paper rolls mounted on the wrong way. This led to lots of talk about Seinfeld and now I know that there’s a couple that got together because of Seinfeld. I keep picturing George Costanza as the minister at their wedding! Not sure why, but after that I had Bruce Springsteen songs in my head for the rest of the weekend. I guess we were pretty close to New Joizey.

On the Saturday morning ride, we had a bike collision (no car involved) where a woman was cut in the leg pretty bad. We were lucky that a canal employee (“the canal lady”) was passing by and called it in. There were no less than 5 fire/police/EMS SUV’s that showed up, plus the ambulance, which couldn’t get down to the canal trail. Really good service, but I was waiting for the helicopter and National Guard humvees to show up. They got her to the hospital and she ended up with 18 stitches but was walking around fine the same day. I’d hate to see the final bill, but she has good insurance. I kept thinking of my friend Frank in Maine.

I got to spend some time hanging out in downtown Brockport, which is probably as idyllic and genuine a small town America as you can get. Walking around with my camera, I had nice conversations with a few of the locals and I think that Brockport could be the tattoo capital of upstate New York. When I showed them my double black diamond and bike wheel I thought they would laugh, but they actually liked them. Of course I had to explain what it was and they wanted to sell me more tattoos. I was tempted, but don’t have a theme at this point. But maybe Bruce Springsteen’s Telecaster…

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Main Street, USA

Coffeeshop

The oldest theatre in America

Downtown Brockport

Downtown Brockport

Downtown Brockport

George and Ian

Downtown Brockport

Downtown Brockport

Downtown Brockport

Bike Shop on the canal

The Canal Lady

The Canal Lady

Cynthia

Optical Illusion

Optical Illusion

Erie Canal

Erie Canal

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