We were on 20, all day.
All day, on 20.
Early in the day we had a detour on 240N to visit the bicycle museum in the somewhat-affluent Orchard Park.
The tour was certainly interesting. It was odd to think the bicycle hadn't been invented until the early 1800s. The museum's owner primarily took the slant that the bicycle was a crucial element in social reformation. For instance, he said that women who needed to ride a bicycle also needed proper clothes [e.g. a reason to do away with the dress] to do so, which in turn led to women's liberation, etc.
There were so many bicycles in the place, spanning the bicycle's entire history -- they were great to see. Here's my favorite.
I also took this snap of a bicycle club card. One of the clubs I belong to is the Charles River Wheelmen. I thought they had been around for a really long time (since 1973). This museum proves that, it's all been done before.
There was even a case with a bunch of century medals - as in, awarded for riding 100 miles. They were from the late 1800s. And, of course, a guy who rode across the country - before there were paved roads.
It's all been done before...
Today was one of our tougher days, around 3,800' of climbing over 98 miles. Also, we were on the same road for most of it, which is a mind game. Route 20 isn't a road that accentuates the area. It's monotonous.
Although, our second sag was in Avon, NY, which was better. Several of us had hamburgers from a guy who had a grill in the town circle. Avon reminded me more of the Berkshires or Vermont, such as the Avon Inn, which appeared to be in business.
At around 88 miles into the ride we encountered a four-mile, scarified section of 20. Riding a bicycle on scarified pavement is positively horrendous. My GPS saved me once again... I spotted an out and took it.
The detour's Country Road 32 was certainly steeper than 20, but riding on it illustrated that these other roads possess the true beauty of the region. CR-32 climbed up on a ridge that offered panoramic views that were wonderful. I thought to myself that I would have to return sometime to truly appreciate the finger lake area.
I rode through downtown Canandaigua, too. It was good to see that it had an artist's community.
I stopped at an ice cream stand that was established in 1933. However, they had eliminated their hard ice cream and now only had a soft-serve machine, oddly enough.
Arriving at Canandaigua Lake was very pleasant. Steve, Tim, and I sat on the lawn and reviewed the day. Steve said, "Show me your teeth, if you still have them." Unfortunately, they didn't detour around the scarification -- the modern bone shaker.
Darrell arrived shortly after -- we went to Ponderosa for dinner after. I had the fried cod... so healthy...
At rap tonight Mike's #1 priority was about making arrangements for our last day in Portsmouth, NH. We'll be dipping our wheels at Wallis Sands in Rye. Then people need to either go home, or go to bike shops to pack their bicycles, or get to the hotel to stay so they can fly out the next day.
We're supposed to have a police escort that will take us to Wallis Sands, so that's pretty cool -- but I think that's where the fanfare ends.
Anyway, we have some of our toughest riding still to go before we get to Portsmouth so, talking about the end of the tour still feels like a distant event.
Parting shot: The Swan