So you think we're tough hammering along the dirt roads? Last night we passed something that looked like this cruising over the gravel at a good clip - mom with kid in the back coming at us down 7 mile. You go mom ...
Those few Marxists in our group who believe that "everything is political" might misinterpret the meaning of this sign. No, it doesn't mean free the veggies from the oppression of the capitalist pig farmer, or in this case Veggie Farmer, it means you can takes as many of these delicious free veggies as you can carry. For two lone Bastards out on a ride it was indeed a "come and get me sign," we couldn't resist. But more on our veggie-lust later.
Last night's ride saw a small group, just Werdy and Surly, casually riding the northern loop and running into one small adventure after another. Above is a distant photo of a compound of goats and Free Range Chickens. While the chickens were free, they were impossible to catch, so they may have well cost a fortune. Other feathered beasts we encountered along the route included cranes, crows, and a number a herons. It was pretty birdy night to be out on the bike.
Not free, but probably tasty, were the Free Range Chicken eggs. The only question is how do you transport a dozen eggs back about ten miles on a cross bike over potholed dirt roads? My guess is you'll be making an omelet in the parking lot on the hood of the Granpa' van.
Back to the free veggies. Transporting veggies on a bike is no problem, however, as seen here. Yes, it's my new whip packing a big ole' squash of some sort.
Werdy decided that he could take more veggies with him if they were thinly sliced. What a genius. Next week he'll probably be selling this device on the home shopping network. Look out Shammwow guy, Werdy's on the way.
Here's the scamp taking off with motherload of all free cucumbers. Hey come back here with my cukes you crook!
Here's a better look at these would be pickles. Yeah, he's ready for a century. With Ranch Dressing all over it Century. Next week the farmer and his wife told us to come back for free tomatoes. (Anybody have an idea how to pack tomatoes on a bike or in a jersey?) They also said we can stop and fill up our water bottles from the hose in the front yard anytime we need a drink. And we can keep on taking all the free veggies we care to. The farmer's wife it seems is recovering from chemo and hasn't the strength to can all these things so we can take all we want. A great couple. They have the farm house on Ashley just north of 7 mile where the black and white dog used to bark at us on every night ride for years.