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Oh wait, no, it's in dependence day, happy fifth of July Eve! It's no solstice, but as days go, it seems like one worthy of recognition in the form of some sort of ride with a form of some sort, or at least a form better than the form of this sentence. Period. Years, possibly close to decades, ago, I instigated riding a century on the forth of July, with the twist that we'd declare our independence from coasting and ride fixed gears. A few friends joined me and one even stayed for the full loop, mostly on the unpaved Hop River and then Airline rail trails of Connecticut. It finished with an ATV path along the Connecticut River connecting the Portland fairgrounds to Glastonbury, and as we learned, on the fourth of July, that trail become gasoline alley as, I suspect alcohol fueled, patriots flex their quads and other four wheelers. Today was a less weighty undertaking, but I still had that desire to wander, not be pinned down to roads, throw off the shackles, and think up l...
