No Bush for Rob in Kennebunkport

Though the local paper assures me that the President was here last week riding on the very same trails I rode this afternoon.

With no particular destination in mind, but hunger in my belly, I climbed into my rented Kia and drove off in search of a sandwich. Which is how I came to find myself in Kennebunkport, Maine. K-port, as I like to call it, is a very quaint seaside town dating back to the 1600's with a history that includes whaling, fishing, lobstahing, the War of Independence and forestry. More recently it has become a quaint seaside town with many restaurants, gift shops and ice cream vendors. It is also where George senior and wife Barbara have a vacation home.

For me, however, K-port was a great little place to stop for an afternoon and evening. After taking lunch I wandered down to the water front admiring the many nic-nacs, x-mas ornaments and t-shirts on offer in store windows along the way. I was about done when I came across the f8 photo gallery and photographer Brad Maushart. Brad is a man of many talents, not the least of which is maintaining the 200 year old house he lives in, but specializes in manipulating Polaroid SX-70 photos and enlarging them.

Though I missed the Presidents, former or current, I was inspired to get out on my bike for a couple of hours after seeing the current President Bush on the front page of the local paper out for a ride. I can’t say for certain, but I am pretty sure the tracks I saw were left by the Secrete Service’s quad motorcycles, but there I was, riding in the tracks of the leader of the free word.

I was just about finished my ride when I heard the high-pitched whine of an old motorcycle screaming up the trail I just descended. As I headed back up the trail on my way to my Kia all I could smell was the lingering exhaust of an old two-stroke engine. I’m all for sharing trail but if your internal combustion engine requires anything more potent than a cheeseburger and a pint of bitter I’d rather not. It’s too bad Maine’s non-smoking laws don’t apply to singletrack.

It was a great afternoon nonetheless, and it was great to get out and spin for a couple of hours before nosing into a great steaming plate of pasta.