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Henry Martin spends his nights writing fiction and poetry, which predominately deals with the often-overlooked aspects of humanity. He is the author of three novels: Escaping Barcelona, Finding Eivissa, and Eluding Reality; a short story collection, Coffee, Cigarettes, and Murderous Thoughts; and a poetry collection, The Silence Before Dawn. His most recent published project is a collection of Photostories in five volumes under the KSHM Project umbrella, for which he collaborated with Australian photographer Karl Strand, combining one of a kind images with short stories and vignettes. He is currently working on his next novel narrated in two opposing points of view. He lives with his family in the Northeast.

Friday, November 29, 2013

Black Friday Ride

Winter is upon us, but that does not mean we have to stop riding. There is nothing like the fresh air to clear your head after spending your Thanksgiving with in-laws, turkey, and all the trimmings. Oh yeah, shedding the pounds gained does not hurt either.

Next time, I'll have to put some screws in the knobs. The ice is awful for traction :)

The day started out okay, even though I dumped it in the first frozen puddle. Aside from hurt pride and wet toes, it was all good. The challenge started with the hill above. It only got worse. I have no pictures from most of the ride (too busy trying to stay the right side up), but I did have a few minutes to record this crossing.

As a true scout, I went first, walking the bike across the ice. The guys had a different idea.

Contemplating how to cross:

Oh, that's how:


But, while the idea was good, some bikes climb better than others:

And stop abruptly:
But then there are riders who do not follow. Instead, they make their own way:
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Overall, as tired as I am, I have to give a round of applause to my two fellow riders for keeping the spirits up, riding along (with and without brakes), and, most importantly, for making it out of the woods without injuries.