While I have been riding the motorized bikes this year, I’ve been bicycling also. It seems that every few years I get on a bicycling kick. I ride a lot for a month or six weeks. Typically I wind up hurting myself and then backing off. This year going to be different?? I hope so. I’ve been the bicycle to work from Phoenixville to Limerick a few days a week. On the weekends I’ve been hitting one of the many local trails. One downside of this much activity is that I’ve been needing more sleep. Typically I get 6.5 – 7 hrs. The last week of heavy activity I’ve easily needed 8.5. I believe it will even out once I acclimate to the increased activity level.
On my rides to work, I’ve been taking the newly opened leg of the Schuylkill River Trail. It goes north towards Postttown from the hamlet of Cromby. Gravel rather than paved it runs through a relatively industrial feeling area north of the coal power plant. It follows an abandoned rail bed of the Pennsylvania Rail Road, last operated by Conrail. I’ve only ridden it from Cromby to Bridge St in Spring City, a paltry few miles. I then take Bridge into Royersford up to Ridge Pike.
I’m enthusiastic about the number of bicycling trails I’m finding. There are far more than I realized. I typically find them by either looking at google maps, or looking at map detail tags in openstreetmaps. It’s turning me into a bit of a map dork.
If I can summons the energy, I may ride one more time today. If not I’ll absolutely take a ride tomorrow. Quite probably from home, I’ll take the Schulykill River Trails to the park and then go 23 back to Phoenixville. (map).
. A campus heating steam pipe warmed a concrete walk way. Heated enough that during winter months you could go out there and sit in shorts and bare feet. On several occasions I would run from JB White House to the hot spot in bare feet despite there being snow on the ground. Once you on the hot spot warmth and comfort abound. Many an unmotivated student hung out on that hot spot at all hours of the day and night. Good times they were. Most of the folks I met on the hot spot didn’t last too long at Kutztown. The quality time they spent lounging in the wasted heat of the university heating system should probably have been spent studying. Generations of kids probably hung out on this spot. As far as we were concerned we’d found it. There were none before us, and certainly non after us. The hot spot was “fixed” when the steam pipes were replaced on that area of the Kutztown campus.