Bike fittings and other acts of kindness

Posted 06/26 by Ruthie BenDor

I’d needed the extra rest day in Syracuse to prepare for my biggest push so far: Syracuse to Rochester, a distance of seventy-five miles, in a single day. I hit the road well before 8am and biked a few miles north to Baldwinsville, where a stop at the B’Ville Diner netted me french toast and good conversation with the houseboat-dwelling, motorcycle-riding Nelson. Meet Nelson:


After she overheard me telling Nelson that I was biking across the country, Robin behind the counter gave me my very own B’Ville Diner T-shirt! Mine is cyclist yellow, but here’s hers:

Good eats, great shirts

Today’s ride along NY-104, a truck route, wasn’t too scenic, but was very flat and had wide paved shoulders: perfect for laying the miles down. Unfortunately, also perfect for roadkill. I must have passed three or four dead deer and countless squirrels, rabbits, opossums, etc. No photos, and I won’t describe the smell. You’re welcome.

Around mile 50, I stopped for a quick snack to power me through the last third of the trip.

The Elvis Sandwich

The biggest hill of the ride was at mile 68. Of course.

Mile 68

My host in Rochester is JP Rouget, a fellow geek and fellow cyclist. He came out to ride the last few miles with me and guide me through downtown Rochester to his house. Thanks, JP!

JP Rouget

After I’d cleaned myself up, we went to dinner at a great Italian place by the Genesee River.

Genesee River

Thanks, JP!

Deep-fried polenta is the best idea in the history of ever.

Deep-fried polenta

The next day, JP pointed me toward a bike shop called Full Moon Vista—each day’s ride had left me with some numbness in my fingers and wrists, so I wanted to have a professional bike fitting done; no sense in permanently damaging myself this summer. Scott, the owner, worked with me for close to an hour to get my handlebars properly positioned, and then refused payment. If you’re passing through Rochester, you should definitely stop by his shop—all the folks there are friendly, approachable, and know their stuff.


Tomorrow I set off on a two-day trip to Buffalo.

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Such nice people along the road. And the roadkill thing is my least favorite part of touring. To this day, whenever I smell something dead it brings back memories of bike touring. Kind of a weird/sad association…

By Jana on 2011 07 18