We rode out of the neighborhood and down the highway. I saw more familiar sights. We pulled into the local TV station and took some pictures. Surprisingly that had not changed a bit. Next to the TV station was one of my favorite neighborhoods. It was a neighborhood of large homes that I always enjoyed looking at. The houses were still big in the neighborhood were still beautiful.
We were heading to lunch in an Amish area called smokeville. The restaurant was Good and Plenty and I went there as a kid.
We got to the restaurant and sat down. It was family style which meant that people set together that didn’t know each other. Everything that was served was wonderful. The chicken the potatoes the vegetables homemade bread. A group of people were sat next to us. The gentleman next to me was quite friendly and was from Long Island. We had a conversation about New York since we were headed there. The other people were not particularly friendly.
And then they serve the desserts. And the dessert I was waiting for was shoo fly pie. This is a molasses-based pie with a lot of sugar in it and appropriately named. I told Ken that if he doesn’t do anything else he must try the shoo fly pie. He tried it and loved it. Unfortunately I did not. However the apple pie was to die for but at this point we were both so stuffed that we were done.
We sat back and looked for hotels to stay at in New York. Can also had some business to take care of. I was in a food coma so I excused myself and went outside and stretched across a bench and fell asleep.
I awoke and stared up at the sky. I saw the clouds moving very rapidly and it reminded me of the times I used to lay in my front yard near the oak tree that was no longer there and look up at the sky and see the clouds as they change shape.
We found a hotel that was less outrageously priced than the others and headed to New York. We went down one of the most beautiful roads on the trip. It was a windy Country Road with Amish Farmers on either side and an occasional horse and buggy.
Delaware was not far away and we found the welcoming sign and snapped a picture.
After Wilmington Delaware we rode a short distance and cross the river into New Jersey. Since we’re on the New Jersey Turnpike there was not going to be many opportunities to get a picture there so we pulled over on the turnpike in front of the welcoming sign and snapped a picture there in the very bright sunlight.
As we headed north towards New York the sun went down and traffic got heavier. We got a little bit lost but found our way and crossed over the George Washington Bridge into New York City. The intense energy was very obvious immediately. This is a pretty exciting place to be.
We checked into the hotel but had difficulty finding motorcycle parking. Eventually we found some parking about 6 blocks away. They put the motorcycles onto an elevator and we went down one floor and park the bikes until Wednesday morning.
We then walk back to the hotel and stuffed off along the way for some pizza period we ate on the sidewalk at a table and enjoyed the Ambiance and bustling City reminding ourselves that it was after 11 o’clock at night. This is truly a city that never sleeps.
We have ever needed to sleep after a long and exciting day. See you tomorrow.
markdobkin 