E-Mail From Corey

From: Corey
Sent: Friday, April 24, 2009 11:56 AM
To: Dan
Subject: The breakfast ride

I had an awesome ride this morning. The kind that makes you walk in to work humming your favorite song and wearing the kind of grin that make others think you just took someone else's car joyriding. It started off with a couple frustrating events. First, I roll up to the bike rack at work to deposit my backpack and find that someone else, whose bike I've never even seen before, has forced there bike in to my rung on the bike rack, where my lock already was. This aggravated me grately, but I was able to make the lock reach my backpack anyway. Then I continue on my way up talcott mountain, but right when you pass the farmstand on your left and begin up the steep grade, a bug flys right in to my eye / contact lense. Mind you, I was not wearing glasses because I already packed them in my riding bag for Sunday and safely stowed it in my car. While im trying to rub my eye and get the bug out, I careen into the curb. Luckily I think I just scuffed the side of my pedal and didn’t crash or have to stop. By this point the bug is out of my eye, but im tired and frustrated and only 1/4 the way up the hill.

I make it over the top and cruise down to simsbury and down iron horse boulevard. I was expecting that bakery/breakfast place I wanted to check out was going to be right around the end of the blvd. I get to the end and start riding on rt 10 and see only trees around me, I get nervous that I missed the place because downtown simsbury is behind me at this point. Im almost to the point of turning around when I see a small shopping plaza and signs of civilization, so I keep going. I spy a sign designating the harvest bakery and pull in to the plaza and lean my bike against the bench. Before I even open the door, there is an ominous sign "$10 minimum on all credit card purchases". Of course all I brought was a credit card. I go in and start gazing at the glass counters full of cupcakes, scones, muffins and other delicacies. I wait patiently to be helped by the cute girl behind the counter as she rings up someone's bill. Then she asks if she can help me with anything. I begin asking her if she would make an exception to the credit card limit just this once, since that’s all I brought on me. She asks me what I want, so I see if they have any cinnamon bread or something of that nature since they are known for their homemade breads. She told me they only sell them by the loaf, but I could have some toast if I sit at the counter. I tell her that I just need something quick since I have to get back to work, so she says "there are more bike friendly foods over here". Meanwhile im telling her how I came out here to do some recon since I heard this place had great breakfast and I wanted to come here before work sometime and maybe for brunch on the weekend. She brings me over to the scones section and shows me a cinnabon bun scone, which I think looks delicious. I say I'll take it. She wraps it up and gives it to me, along with a take home menu so I can peruse their offerings. Then, the shocker. She says "I'll cover it this time". Woohoo! I thank her numerous times and say I'll be sure to come back often. I then ride home, even taking the bike path through simsbury, happily munching on my free scone. I barely even felt the ground rise as I went up and over talcott this time, my stomach was far too content.

I think we know the destination of the first breakfast ride. By the way, the scone was delicious.