24 September 2014
John K was puzzled that I chose to go the long way to Hopewell. The long way was where the oxen were.
We turned off of Burd Road onto Yard Road to get to Hopewell Valley Vineyards. Their ox, Copper Vine, was on a grass berm, fenced off from the road, accessible only if we did what Barry decided to do.
"Honey badger don't care," John said, as Barry sped with his bike across the grass and up the berm. I followed.
"Look," Barry said. "It's falling apart already."
eczema?
We doubled back and turned onto Woosamonsa. At the corner of Poor Farm is Iron Oxide. It looks better than it did the first time we saw it, back in early August. The metal has oxidized, or at least it looks to have. That, or we were feeling more artsy than we were the first time.
They could have gone with "Moosamonsa."
We pulled onto the grass by the Harbourton cemetery to look at Ox Power.
Jim: "Don't piss off an ox."
Jack H: "Don't piss on an ox."
3-D Piers Plowman
Barry, still clipped in on the grass, attempted to clip out, and fell instead. Not until Jack and I were a quarter mile ahead on 579 did we notice that the rest of the group was no longer with us. We turned around to find Barry's bike upside-down and Jim wrestling with the rear derailleur, which had mashed itself into the spokes when Barry had tipped over. Jim managed to get half of the gears back. He thought it best that Barry head home, and he said he'd go with him.
The rest of us went on, finding Fantoxical on 518.
ugly yet pretty
If you're on Route 31 at 518, you should pull into the bank and walk up to Lenni Lennape.
Wow.
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