Woody's Cessna 182 and bikes. Photo copyright Roadcycling.com/Paul Rogen.
Paul and Woody at Block Island Airport. Photo copyright Roadcycling.com/Paul Rogen.
Author with cold North Atlantic. Photo copyright Roadcycling.com/Paul Rogen.
Photo copyright Roadcycling.com/Paul Rogen.
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Can you be at Tweed Airport in New Haven in thirty minutes with your bike?
Island. On the way my wife got sea sick and lost all her breakfast. She felt punky all day and struggled to enjoy the great riding on the small island. Now, if I can just avoid getting sick, I ought to be able to revel in a winter day on my bike with a good friend and guide.
Cruising along the Connecticut shoreline I saw all the sights I work to enjoy on my bike through the summer and fall: FaulknerIsland, HammonsettBeach, the Connecticut River, New London Lighthouse, and Fishers Island .The tails of Long Island popped up quickly; Orient Point and Montauk. Woody pointed out GardnerIsland and PlumIsland.I told him about a friend who used to commute via boat to PlumIsland as a government scientist. He told me about all the good times he has had at ShelterIsland over the years. We could start to see the outlines of Block Island as I noticed a very odd, large wake below us. Looking closely, Woody said it was a submarine. We were at 4,000 feet and could clearly see the conning tower and the tail. Not much was visible to warrant such a large wake. Then we saw another sub coming in to New London .I thought the government was cutting back on making big subs at Groton and here were two right below us. I am not sure it made me feel any safer but I noted their heading and asked Woody how far his plane could coast if we lost power. He said two miles for every 1,000 feet and that we could make it to Block Island from here if everything shut down. Comforting thought. Soon we circled Block peering for the sock showing wind direction. I thought I saw it and Woody humored me and swung around Southeast Lighthouse and headed back to the west and into the wind. We dropped like a spent birthday balloon and hit the small runway perfectly. Woody was good. I did not have a worry in the world. I could take a flike with him anytime.
It only took us about ten minutes to unload and put our wheels on and pedal over to the terminal. We paid a $10 landing fee and while I changed into biking outfit, Woody ordered up the best warm cornbread I have ever eaten. The lunch counter had just two other patrons and the terminal had no other people. We were it. Off season is the way to go- counter-point. Corn breaded up, we mounted bikes and headed into the gusty winter ground wind.
Woody has spent a lot of time on Block Island , so he was guide and we turned right onto rock lined roads that afforded views in all directions. Block is not that big but offers