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Maine
2015
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When
I pick a place to put in for the night, I always try to find a motel that
has fuel and food in walking distances. With this Super 8, I saw that there
was a diner across the street so breakfast for today is sorted. |
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And this proves
to be the real deal from the wonderful hot chocolate ... |
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to a scrumptious
omelet with home fries. This stop goes in my 'list' of places to remember
and use again. |
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Although I am no
longer near the ocean, that same pesky evaporative effect takes over on
this plate of food also. |
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I've got a good night's rest
and a great meal under my belt, so I am off down the I81, the 'trucker's
highway'.
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When I pass this
sign, I can only wish - as Scotland over across the pond is one of my favorite
places to ride on two wheels. |
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Pennsylvania has
lots of good looking barns I can see from the concrete ribbon - not like
most of the ramshackle affairs that I remember back home. |
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And it seems if
today the road is not nearly as complicated with constant traffic jams as
it was yesterday. And for that I am tremendously grateful. |
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I figure this area
must be a big apple growing area since they have turned their water tower
into a 'basket' of apples. |
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Soon enough, it's
time for a fueling and defueling. Today I can feel the temps rising with
each mile I get closer to home. |
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But there is always
the construction zone to remind me that such are the vulgarities of the
highway. |
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At my next gas stop, I see
a BMW trike, not a common sight. This is done very nicely and the owner
calls it the Phoenix, He tells me that is was burnt once and crashed once.
His riding buddy on a Honda Goldwing trike tells me -
"He should call it the
Jinx instead of the Phoenix."
We both chuckle at that one.
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Soon they are on
to where they are headed and so am I. |
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Along the way I
see a lovely Cross and the lovely Flag, both symbols that are near and dear
to my heart. |
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But I am really
happy to see this sign, as I know it is only 300 more miles to the Holler. |
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The heat is really getting
bad, so I make a 'redhyration' stop for me. I am drier than a powder keg
and I need a little break before I make the final dash home.
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When I see the Batman
Building in Nashville proper, I know I'll be home in short order. |
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When I pull into
the Holler, I feel like I'm one of those lobsters that was steamed up in
Maine. But it's good to be home safe and sound with more memories to add
to my ever-growing collection. For at the end of the day, all we take with
us are our memories. |
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