Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-07-17
New Jerseys Roads and Sign Posts
Are a Delight to Wheelmen.
MANY BEAUTIFUL TOWNS EN- ROUTE
Some Of the Sights at Famous At.
Iantic City.
THE RIDE TO LONG BRANCH
Special Correspondence of The Evening Star.

NEW YORK CITY. July IA, 1897.
The early riser at Atlantic City is a curl
osity unless he is the enthusiastic bather
| who avails himself of the privilege of a
| dip in old ocean without the customary
accompaniment of a bathing suit. Soon
| after sunrise the boardwalk begins to ex-
| hibit signs of activity. The first promenaders
are the children with their nurses or the
| tourist with but limited time for seeing
all of the numerous attractions OF this
| famous resort. Toward noon however, the
throngs Increase and until midnight the
great walk is crowded as PENNSYLVANIA
avenue on inauguration day. Especially
as we approach the inlet the beauty of
| Atlantic City is impressed upon us by the
constantly increasing number of handsome
cottages and hotels which greet the eye.
Across the water, Brigantine Beach looks
most attractive. WI lille the swiftly sailing
yachts of the Atlantic fleet and the rolling
surf complete majestic panorama. A few
hours sotcurn here and then We struck
our tent and silently wheeled away across
the salty meadows for a run of III miles
to Long Branch, along the beautiful New
| Jersey coast. Leaving Absecon by the right
hand road cur first stopping place Is Ocean
vile, eleven miles from our seaside camp,
ana from which a fine view of the Atlantic
| Is obtained. fine stretch of road from
this town brings US to the Mullica river,
near Great Bay. spanned by a long iron
bridge, and here In the lowlands the mos
quitoes successfully assert their sovereignty
even In the daytime causing us to increase
our pace in a wonderful manner, and far
beyond the limit of speed insisted upon by
our efficient Washington bicycle police.
This part of our journey We christened the
mosquito scorch," and here at least the
Jersey mosquito is not a joke A short
spin Of six miles over the hard gravel road
brings the spires of Tuckerton into view.
This town is rendezvous for the bicyclists
OF eastern Jersey, and one of the finest race
tracks in the state, three laps to mile, has
been built for their ediflcation. Throughout
all this region every cross road fork is
clearly marked by neatly lettered sign
posts. giving the mileage to the next point
to be reached and indicating its direction.
This is of infinite advantage to the touring
wheelman, no stops being necessary
route, and is the result of an act passed
by the New Jersey legislature in the In
tereSt Of wheelmen. After passing the
picturesque town of Manahawkin, 7l-2
miles beyond Tuckerton, the road turns
sharply to the left and a gradual slope or
coast over perfect road soon brings us
into the femous and beautiful village of
Barnegat, where the wheelman to be popu-
lar must be a yachtSman as well, but at
this advanced age not necessarily pirate.
Here we halted for supper and were soon
surrounded by the old tars of the village,
all anxious to hear our yarn" During
unsteady inclined young ladies at the
village inn added to the pleasure of our
halt before our usual run after dark.
Battle With Mosquitoes.
Six and nine-tenths miles Of sandy road
through a mosquito laden swamp is not
calculated to arouse enthusiasm on a night