Went for a cruise last night

9:30 is too early for bed, too late to call someone to do anything, too late to start a project in the house, so... that leaves...going for a ride.

I kicked her over, (figuratively) and hit the road. 184 was nice with no traffic, cool night since as soon as the sun goes down the temperature drops. I hit 117, roared past the reservoir, hooked a left on route 1, by this time I had two thoughts nibbling at my brain. Up Fort Hill, through the corner drop down through the long downhill right sweep into the climbing left, over the crest and straight down towards Mystic. Across Fishtown road....Fishtown Road....Fishtown...road....Fishtown.....Fishtown? Where the hell is Fish-town?  Fishtown road starts a route one in Mystic and runs to rte 216 in Noank, the road is what, two miles long, and as far as I know it doesn't pass through ant "towns".  Anyway...across Fishtown across the short straight and up hill into Tourist town. From the top of the hill all the way down hill into Mystic is usually traffic in the Summer, and if you get caught at the Bascule bridge over the Mystic River you just shut off the engine and put up your feet, tonight though no traffic at all, rolled into downtown, putted across the River..... OK, I'm gonna stop right here and say something.  The Mystic River, in Mystic Connecticut is not, unlike the Mystic River in Boston, a river.  Sure it sort of looks like a river and that's probably how it received it's name, but it isn't one. What is referred to as a river is actually a 3.4 mile long estuary, It is a tidal Basin.
Anyway, Across the river, onto East Main, past the statue, the train station, and over the little hill at Mason Island road, open the throttle a bit as route one passes through Quiambaug, skirts Stonington and Marshes, two thoughts nibbling at my brain. Out past the Borough and onto to Greenhaven road in Wequetequock. cruise the loop out to the sound and back along the Pawcatuck River into Pawcatuck. I made the swing from Mechanic street onto 1, under the bridge onto 2 and ran north up to the point where 49 meets route 2. I hooked a left off route 2 onto Elmridge road, blasted by the Golf course hooked a turn on North Anguilla, cruised that to 184. Cracked the throttle wide open heading for Taugwonk, (you do realize I just type the names, I don't make them up), two thoughts pressing hard on my mind, one mildly annoying the other like a mosquito in your tent with you. Cruised through the twists and turns on Taugwonk, passed under the interstate and onto the Pequot trail. (You say Mohawk trail and people say, "Oooh Pretty Massachusetts" you say Pequot trail and they either look at you blankly or picture route 214 in Ledyard,, because the road connects the Mohegan Indian Casino (Mohegan Sun) with the Pequot Indian casino (Foxwoods). The Pequot trail runs from Pawcatuck to Old Mystic, it is route 234. It has some nice twists and turns, some nice little hills but it is only about seven miles long.  it would have been a great ride except for those two things I could not help thinking about. I hooked a right onto route 27, Old Mystic, (do you know why they call Old Mystic..Old Mystic? Because it used to be called ...Mystic, makes sense doesn't it? Mystic used to be call Mystic Bridge, then one day, much to the annoyance of the people of Mystic, they found themselves living in Old Mystic because someone thought it would be a good thing to change the names). Route 27 took me to 184 and on the final leg home. As I pulled into my driveway I decided that next time I will make sure those two things don't bother me again, First, I will bring full gloves with me so my fingers aren't freezing the entire ride, (cutoffs don't really do much), Second and more important...the tassels on the jacket vent zippers are going to get trimmed, Riding along with tiny tassels whipping your ears and cheeks...sucks.