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Nova Scotia:2015: Day Three

CAUTION: THIS BLOG ENTRY CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE WHICH REFLECTS THE MOOD OF THE AUTHOR AT THIS TIME.

Nine hours to travel 360 miles on bone-jarring, bladder-busting, frame-twisting, rim-bending, mother-fucking Pennsylvania roads. Paul was in charge of getting us from Florida to Maine and when I saw he was going up thru PA, I indicated it was a bad idea ( having been thru PA in two different road trips on the bike), but I reluctantly agreed. And yes, it became one of those ugly arguments between couples that ended in ' I told you so. I fucking TOLD you so'.

I absolutely loathe this kind of two wheeled travel; sun up to sundown haul ass travel and the only thing you see are the gas stations and the rest stops. After tomorrow, we will slow our pace and alter our mode of travel. Five hours from Paul's son's house in Maine; should have been there this afternoon, will make it before noon tomorrow.

The only fun we had today was going off road from the cluster fuck that was 81N. Finally reached an exit, checked the map, and headed out on a secondary road. It was nirvana....rolling twisty asphalt that took us thru PA farmland. We rode this for about an hour than I stopped and asked some farmer how to get back to the interstate ( not that I wanted to go, but we did have someplace to be). He directed us to 61N that eventually hooked us back up with 81 and yes, we had skated around the traffic snafu.

Almost jumped for joy at the New York welcome center I was so happy to be out of PA! Regrouped, discussed our options ( yes, we are still speaking after the ugly I fucking told you so argument) and decided when we ran out the 3/4 tank of gas we had, we would stop for the night. That so happens to be a Best Western 3 miles off 88E in Cobleskill NY. The weather is cool and roads are not quite as bad as PA, we made up a little time so it should be an easy ride to Maine ( she said optimistically) tomorrow across New Hampshire.

Most hilarious and bodacious thing I saw today?  We are sitting in traffic on 81N, bumper to bumper parking lot, no one is going anywhere anytime soon. We are in the right hand lane, I see a car up ahead nudge over from the left hand lane all the way to the break down lane. We inched up, a woman jumps out of the driver side, runs around to the passenger side, opens up the passenger side FRONT door, hikes her dress up ( no underwear....my kinda girl!), halfway squats w her ass hanging out and pees! She shook it out-literally-ran back around to the drivers side while those of us who witnessed this act honked and cheered! Now....had she opened the BACK passenger side door, we wouldn't have seen it! And she wasn't even a BLOND!

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