RIP Larry

I don't really care for the 4th of July on a Wednesday, it just isn't the same when it isn't attached to a weekend. I suppose being away from family and friends may have jaded it a bit too. We made the best of it and headed up the coast to check out some small town 4th celebrations. In most cities a celebration meant there was a flea market, in other words there was nothing going on. Belfast had a downtown bike race that was actually pretty cool and we caught the tail end of that. Here is a picture of the dude that won, he was pretty darn fast.

The tiny town of Thomaston was supposed to be worth checking out so we were both excited to get there. It turned out to be a half a dozen food stands, 2 ponies, a couple of flea market stands and a band on a makeshift stage in a parking lot. Turns out the band was actually pretty good so we grabbed some fair food and sat down and listened. We didn't meet anyone but wow was the people watching at a premium, people were just plain scary looking. I got this neato picture of a woman shopping for t-shirts.

See the t-shirt she is wearing isn't quite working for her, time to get a new one!

By 5 pm we had pretty much seen what we wanted to see so we headed home. There were a couple of dudes selling seafood on the side of the road so we decided to get our first fresh lobster. You know when in Maine, be a Mainer. I rode home with Larry Lobster by my feet, he was very much alive and I very much did not like the idea of killing him. I mean if he was already dead we would have to eat him but he wasn't. I could let him go and he would frolic in the sea and be happy, instead he was in a plastic grocery bag getting ready to die. Well he did die and we did eat him and I did feel bad but such is life. Ben got a kick out of the whole thing so hey if I made his day.....