In Review

Hey Friends -

Quick update!

I dropped off the footage we shot to our editor yesterday who's reviewing it. We're soon to be heading to Maine to film some more content. This time, we're bringing Andy Buckmaster, the videographer for VendrTV - who'll get nice shots of us biking to be cut into the show. Awesome!

Cheers,
Dan 

Brooklyn Based Update

Hey Friends -

We've been home for a few days, and have started to look through the footage. We got a lot of great stuff!

In two weeks we'll be heading back up to Maine to finish filming what we couldn't due to the car incident. 

After that the footage will be brought to the cutting room where we'll edit it, record voiceover, and launch Season 1 of The Hungry Pedaler!

Thanks,
Dan 

Bad News

On Saturday evening we arrived in Portland, where we planned on attending a bean supper, visiting Duckfat, shooting with The Standard Baking Company, and interviewing Sam Hayward of Fore Street. Well, we got half of those accomplished when a phone call that turned into hours of headache came in...

When starting our shoot two weeks ago, we drove my car from NYC to Boston to park it at a friends house who'd car-sit. Another car was rented in Boston and carried us up to Maine for the start of our trip. The idea was simple: We'd cycle south and our friend would pick us up in my car at the finish line.

Frustratingly, while shooting at Duckfat, I received some crappy news: My car was impounded.

As it turns out another tenant in my friends building had called a towing company to have my car removed. To add insult to injury my friend couldn't find the key to the car, didn't know the towing company, and had no clue when the car was towed. Some help.

That quickly put the kibosh on our shoot, caused us to cancel the rest of the Portland shoots, and required us to hop on a train to Boston to hunt down my car. After calling a handful of local impounds, I found my ride, and to my amazement learned the car had been in the impound for ten days prior to the phone call alerting me of it's absence. 

But that wasn't the end of it - she didn't have a key to the car.

We tried to find a car dealership that could cut a key for a while, but had no luck as they were all closed at the time. Finally AAA sent a locksmith to cut a new one. So ten hours, a train ride, a mad dash through Boston, and many phone calls later we got in the car (this time around 10pm) and headed back to Brooklyn, frustrated, a bit defeated, but safe non the less.

In a week or so we'll be going back to Maine to conduct the interviews we weren't able to get due to this fiasco. 

It's so frustrating when you're so close to the goal and the carpet is whipped out from under you.

The Wild Hills of Gray. Ouch.

Yesterday, in attempts to visit a clam shack in Freeport, I, the designated navigator, took a wrong turn. It started in Brunswick, Maine, just after we'd finished a great meal at the Fat Boy Drive-In. We were head up northwest, then slightly south, of Freeport, which was only about 20 miles away. 3 hours later, we were huffing and puffing up the 50th steep hill we'd encountered - the hilliest part of our journey yet. Along the way, Dan made a makeshift iPhone holster on his handlebars so he could record some shots riding up and down the hills. We finally arrived to the location of the dropped pin on my Google Map - 174 Yarmouth Road in GRAY, Maine (not Freeport). Instead of kicking over my bicycle in a tantrum, I winced and came to terms with the fact that we wouldn't be visiting the clam shack until the next day. Dan and I slowly pedaled our way to Freeport for the night. Although sore, we made it to Cindy's Chowder House today, and we are all smiles now!!

Fat Boy Drive In

Halfway to Freeport we happened upon The Fat Boy Drive In, a true blue old fashioned drive in diner I first learned about from HollyEats.com. We just sat down, so it's too early to say how the food is - but it sure does smell good!!!