Hit Hartshorne in the Atlantic Highlands, NJ on Sunday. Rode a couple
hours. It was my first time on dirt in a month. I was super tentative
at first. One early biff set my head correct.
Still can't clean that frking climb on Laurel Ridge, but rolled easy
with 'Stone Free' in my head and a big grin on my mug most of the ride.
Hartshorne is twisty and rooty with lots of little drops. Perfect JRA
stuff.
In the back section I rode upon three giggling girls, maybe 18 or 19,
wearing bikinis. "You lost?" I asked. "Nice butt!" one called after me.
It was like... oh, never mind.
Finished up at the Rocky Point bunkers, zipped down Portland Road to
Sandy Hook beach. Packed the bike in the trunk, switcherood into swim
trunks under a towel, found my girlie and we hit the water. After a
sweaty ride, nothing like the big, blue, scrotum-tightening sea.
Got in the car, stopped at a Stewarts for some root beer and greasy
chizzow.
Baby, it was good to get out of the city.
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