MUSINGS FROM MATTITUCK

JUNE 14 ‘08

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SAGWAGON BILL

 

            BEAUTIFUL DAY. ONGOING STRAWBERRY FESTIVAL. BIKES AND STRAWBERRIES EVERYWHERE IN THIS SCENIC AND FESTIVE VENUE. ADDED ANOTHER CLUB MEMBER IN THE “CARPARK”,AS JULIE WOULD SAY, BEFORE BEGINNING OUR TREK ON OUR TREKS (ALONGSIDE MANY OTHER VARIETIES OF BIKES).

 

            THE RIDE FOR DIABETES COLORFULLY COINCIDED WITH A NUMBER OF OTHER BIKE CLUBS’ RIDES… RIDERS OF MULTIPLE SHAPES AND SIZES. (I DIDN’T RIDE. AS ERIC CLAPTON SO ELOQUENTLY PUT IT “I’M ALL BROKE DOWN).

 

AS THE OFFICIAL SAGWAGON, I STEERED TOWARD A LOCAL TOWN BEACH TO WAIT FOR THE OMINOUS CALL. I WAS ATTRACTED TO THIS BEACH BECAUSE I ESPIED MANY MULTI-COLORED BIKERS AT AN H2O STOP. PROBLEM BEING, I DON’T LIVE IN THE TOWN. SO I HAD TO TALK MY WAY IN. OH YEAH, I’M THE SAGWAGON FOR…THOSE PEOPLE. “C’MON DOWN”. WE’VE ALL FIBBED BEFORE, RIGHT?

 

            SAT THERE BY THE SALTY PECONIC H2O AND WAITED FOR THE ”OMINOUS CALL”. SPLENDID VISTA. BLUEFISH CHASING THE BAITFISH. SKUNKED FISHERMEN RIDING AWAY ON THEIR VINTAGE BIKES. (JOHN, YOU OUT THERE?). SEA BIRDS, SHORE BIRDS, BUT NO PIPING PLOVERS THAT I COULD DISCERN. UNFORTUNATELY DID NOT ESPY AN OSPREY. YOUNG COUPLE PARADING AROUND THE BEACH WITH THEIR NAKED NEWBORN. MASSIVE, BIG-LEAGUE SWANS GLIDING BY. CRABBERS PLYING THEIR TRADE. LONG DISTANCE SWIMMERS CHURNING THEIR WAY THRU THE BAY JUST OFFSHORE.  POWER BOATS, SAILBOATS, PERSONAL H2O CRAFTS ZIPPING BY. TERNS. PRIVACY. FAT GUYS, SKINNY GIRLS…FAT GIRLS, SKINNY GUYS…

 

                        IT’S ALL GOOD!

 

            HAD MY ROCK ‘N ROLL PUMPING AT A RELATIVELY DECENT DECIBEL, AS I’M TAKING IN THIS “PERFECT STORM” OF ACTIVITIES AND PLEASURES. GOT STARTLED BY A TAP ON THE WINDOW. CHARLES WAS RIDING IN THE DIABETES BENEFIT RIDE. NOW HE’S “BROKE DOWN”. HE THINKS I’M THE SAGWAGON FOR HIS BIKE RIDE. “NO PROBLEM”. MIGHT AS WELL BE A SAGWAGON FOR ANYONE, RIGHT. IT WOULD BE SAD TO WASTE A PERFECTLY GOOD SAGWAGON. SO I HOOK CHARLES UP AN FERRY HIM BACK TO RIVERHEAD, WHERE THE POST RIDE FESTIVITIES WERE TO TAKE PLACE AT INDIAN RIVER COUNTY PARK. HAD TO TALK MY WAY IN YET AGAIN, BUT AT LEAST THIS TIME, I DIDN’T HAVE TO FIB. BEAUTIFUL PARK, FESTOONED WITH MULTI-COLORED BALOONS AND TENTS FOR THE GALA. HE TRIED TO GIVE ME GAS $! WHAT?!?!

 

            WATTA DAY… AND I DIDN’T EVEN RIDE! BY ALL ACCOUNTS THE B.A.L.I. RIDERS HAD A GOOD DAY ALSO.

 

            SAGWAGON BILL

 

            AS BOSSMAN WOULD SAY, “THAT’S WHY I GET THE BIG BUCKS” (HECK, I DID RECRUIT A NEW MEMBER).