Flashes of Panic

I can report now with some certainty that it is possible to ride the Pelham Road from just past its start at the Pelham Historical Society on Route 202 (at which point it is, of course, named the Amherst Road) nearly to its end at East Street in Amherst, with the clutch in all the way, assuming one has the requisite lack of… maturity, I suppose. There was a touchy spot just past the reservoir when my speed dropped to around 20 MPH, but once the road started down again, I knew I was home free. That’s one bit of curiosity satisfied.

A road-killed turkey is unlike any other roadkill.

The reek of Post Road Pumpkin Ale in the kitchen has nothing whatever to do with the above anecdotes, but with a number of bottles leaving their carrier through the bottom, rather than the top as expected.