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JonDouglas

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Alien spacecraft or what? I came across this on a backroads ride up in NH.

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Actually, it is what a group of guys made and once used to have a good time. "Hold my beer and watch me drop this on that old truck."

More to follow.
 

Rooftop Moose On The Loose: I was stopped in traffic while riding the bike through Bennington, VT, on my way north. Although generally not prone to look up when focusing on traffic, this is what caught my eye.

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Traffic aside, one of the fun things about Bennington is that you never know when you might run into one of these creatures. Another ride was greeted by this see-through moose on Main St.

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The town likes moose (the plural of which have been referred to as moosies)
 

Rooftop Moose On The Loose: I was stopped in traffic while riding the bike through Bennington, VT, on my way north. Although generally not prone to look up when focusing on traffic, this is what caught my eye.

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Traffic aside, one of the fun things about Bennington is that you never know when you might run into one of these creatures. Another ride was greeted by this see-through moose on Main St.

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The town likes moose (the plural of which have been referred to as moosies)
Some years ago, there were moose sculptures everywhere. Many were sent to other countries.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moose_in_the_City
 
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The Mysterious Stone Chambers: There are somewhere around 800, known, underground stone chambers in 4 New England states. They are a mystery about which nobody can agree. We've ridden our steeds to see and explore some of these after first coming across one deep in the woods.

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Speculation by archeologists and other learned individuals on their purpose ranges from root cellar to native sweat rooms, burial chambers, hidey holes (like the kind we used to build as kids), etc., There's one irrefutable fact, however. These structures are reported to be dead ringers for those built by the Culdee Monks of Scotland, England, and Ireland. There are also records of suggesting the chambers predate the arrival of colonists to America, thus negating the idea of root cellar.

Years after taking the above picture on a ride through the woods, I learned that one of the largest and most famous of these chambers isn't far from where I now live. Below is a photo of the entrance. Like most, this one has vent holes for air to circulate (in or out).

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There is a 15 foot long entry way into an underground room that is 11 ft. in diameter and over 10 ft. tall. The mystery endures.
 
It was unusual, unexpected, out of the ordinary and scared the crap out of me. I had gotten off the bike and was walking down to a river on a quiet and serene path, passing right next to what looked like an abandoned farm stand. Just as I walked by, there was a horrible noise and this thing stood and was looking me right in the face. He or she had bad breath, too.

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Now goats are nothing new or unusual except when acting as the startling and noisy proprietor of the farm stand you're walking by. For those of you unfamiliar with the sounds goats can utter, here's a tutorial.

 
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The Mack In Back: You'd be hard-pressed to find a 1931 Mack hook and ladder fire truck, especially one that still ran. Such was my good fortune and one of the benefits of adventure riding. Suspecting that few here have ever seen one in the wild (i.e., not in a museum), I post these pictures of said find. What may be more unusual is that the toy fire truck I wanted so bad for Christmas and didn't get (we were poor early on) was an exact scale model of this very truck, only red. Coincidence or a very slow Santa?

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I happened across this truck by chance when photographing the old foundry building it was in. The owner saw me, came over and we struck up a conversation and friendship. He let me ride into the building and pose the redhead with the truck. Another place I hang out in has this idea that if you don't have pics with your bike, it didn't happen.

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As you can see, the guy likes old Mack trucks. For the right price and the right home, the hook and ladder is for sale. Being very picky, he hasn't seen anyone yet who could give the truck a good home. It takes two, very strong people to drive this thing (i.e., one in front and the other on the rear steering wheel) and it is a bitch to park.
 
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I suspect there are few places in the world where you see 4 giant frogs as adornments on bridge pillars and where those pillars are giant spools of thread. Such, though, is what's found on a bridge in Willimantic, CT.

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Aside from being needed as a river crossing, the bridge is somewhat a memorial to the great Frog Wars of 1754 when a large number of these amphibia died a mysterious and cacophonous death. According to records and legend, settlers in the area were awakened by the scary noise and thought it was the French and Indians coming to the town and killing residents. It was later thought the frogs were fighting each other for the favors of female frogs. In any event, the bridge is at coordinates 41.710516, -72.209206.
 
While living at our mountain cabin, most evenings I'd step out just to view the night sky

Sometimes taking the Nikon

Clouds do funny things at night when there's a big moon


One evening, after downloading the pics, I noticed something a bit unsettling

The night sky appeared to be watching me,

watch it

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There's A Mean Looking German Tank Running Around The Back Yard: Taken several years ago . . . .

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. . . . it was part of a WWII reenactment of the Battle For Aachen Airfield, complete with a most-feared German 88 manned by Wehrmacht Soldaten.

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When the American tanks came out of the woods, firing started and the noise was painful to the point of being dangerous. Participants and attendees were told to wear earplugs. Not having any ear protection other than my fingers, I saddled up and left. I guess there could be some enjoyment in this hobby if you liked hot-rodding a tank around in a field, making noise and staging a historical play.
 

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