I had this grand idea of taking the train to Fitchburg, riding outbound to Ashburnham, then back to Boston yesterday, but when I actually got there a variety of factors (time, nervousness about cell phone reception, not having been out for three weeks) convinced me to skip the initial loop. I instead recreated this trip from the DNC in 2004 -- if memory serves, my first 50-mile ride. Starting riding west a ways, then south to central Leominster, then back only seemed to add a little distance, and the whole thing came in at 52.24 miles; but where I say the earlier ride took six hours in all, I left Fitchburg just before 1:00 and got home just after 5:00. (Route map)
Getting out of the house was more exciting than I had intended. I figured I'd lube my chain and pump up my tires a bit before I left, but successfully exploded the valve on the rear tire. Oops. Frantically dealt with that, but was still okay on the train schedule, so I pulled the bike up to the door...and didn't see the bike computer. Ran around the house, didn't see it anywhere, finally found it in one of my bags, tossed everything together, and just barely made in on the 11:30 train out of Porter. The train has lost some of its enchantment, but Mr. GPS tells me it does get up to 60 mph in Lincoln (on jointed rail there) and outbound from South Acton.
Scenery-wise, this wasn't bad. Fitchburg is still a dump (though a dump with a Christian coffeehouse...?), central Leominster looked better. My grandfather was fond of saying of Chicago that there were two seasons, "Winter" and "Construction", and that was true yesterday, Leominster Road in Shirley was bare dirt with a grader and closed westbound, and several other spots had visibly brand-new pavement. And if you know where you're looking, you can see the remains of the New Haven lines from Leominster to Fitchburg and at West Concord.
The thing that impresses me about this ride though is how quick it was. Not as fast as
chrysaphi, but still...I spent a good fraction of the ride between 16 and 20 mph, and while it wasn't a terribly hilly route the hills didn't bother me a whole lot either. An early climb out of the valley in western Fitchburg was effort but not that hard; I remember crossing 495 on Taylor Street in Littleton to be really hard but yesterday that climb didn't look bad and in fact I took it continuously in not-my-bottom-gear. Maybe spending a little time at the gym is doing something for me.