Note: All photos are all clickable today!!
Saturday was indeed a great biking day! I drove from Quincy, down highway 3A to the end of the highway in Hull, MA. Click on the map on the left to see the route. Follow the red line (3A) to the end (beyond the red star.) At the end of the highway, there is a huge power-generating wind-turbine (photo right.) This thing is so large, you can actually see it from Wollaston Beach (near my house!) -- As you walk near it, you can hear the blades making a "whosh, whosh, whosh..." sound. Very cool.

On my way back home, I drove the bike through the Blue Hills Reservation. For those of you not familiar with the area I live in, click on the map on the left -- note on the right side of the map is "Willard Street" (near "Shea Rink") -- that's the street I live on. My place is about 1.5 miles north of where the top of the map cuts off. Blue Hills Reservation is known as one of the cruisy parks in Boston (kinda like Highland Park in Rochester, except much bigger!) In the downtown area, "The Fens" is the cruisy area -- about 400 yards from Fenway Park! Eeeks!

Saturday at sunset, I took my roommate Dennis for a ride on the back of my bike. I really need to get a lot of riding time in before I make the trip to Rochester on the 21st. I want the bike to feel like an extention of myself; not something I'm strapped to going 65MPH down the road! It's important that I develop a very close feel for the bike.

On Sunday, May 2nd, I helped out with Verna Turbulance's and The Imperial Court of Massachusetts' Drag Brunch 2004. It was held at Club Cafe, 209 Columbus Ave, Boston MA from 12 o'clock noon - 4pm. It was to benefit The Boston Living Center. Let me tell you, riding your motorcycle in a tuxedo really turns heads! ;-) The event was a HUGE success -- I helped work the main door. We sold out of brunch tickets!!! At $30 each, we raised some serious money for BLC! Even the "Hat Sisters" were there in rare form!

On Sunday evening, after the rain stopped, I went to Wollaston Beach with a fighter kite. The wind was really good, and constant from one direction (a lot better than Saturday night!) -- I had that kite up so high, I almost ran out of line!! All I could see was a tiny spec in the sky! It turned out to be a little but too windy up higher -- I felt a few tugs on the line, then nothing... Yep, the line broke. Bummer. My kite went out over the Atlantic Ocean. Of course, I picked up the phone to tell the guy who got me hooked on kiting -- Pierre. This was the first kite I've lost over the water.