Eight intrepid young cyclists met on Saturday morning and took part in The Eel. Some of us we were beset by mechanical problems: broken spoke, broken cable housing and broken toe clip. Some of us were waylaid by dinner plans. The mud was deep and train tracks bumpy. Only five made it back to Hartford. I only took one picture, well two if you count the picture of the Chili Mango that I bought in Glastonbury, because the events of The Eel are more the stuff of epic poetry than digital photography.
The bonus sections, Loomis trails and Hockanum Boardwalk, were left out, so it ended up only being 55 or so miles.
All of this eeling begs the question of what the next event should be. Any suggestions?