First thing, I went out and hooked the trailer up. Lights worked. Yahoo. Then I loaded the bike, even remembering to put the antennae down first. Gary L. dropped by with a Passport hard drive loaded with about 400 GB of music, movies and games. I will be able to recover my lost MP3's and have other fun too. Thank you Gary. The last of my things didn't get organized. Instead, I stuffed them in my carry bag with a promise to sort and store them on the road.
We were rolling by 8:30 under light overcast skies. The rig was running nicely and I set the speed at 55 MPH to try to save fuel. Once we got to the two-lane, I started to collect a few vehicles behind us because one really doesn't want to do the speed limit on Highway 69. I was looking forward to the southbound passing lane before the Killarney turnoff to let them by. But there it was, gone. They did this before the last stretch of four-lane opened. Removed the passing lanes. The only problem then was that the new road didn't open for months. And the new road here doesn't look near ready, either. I wonder what is going on in the planners' heads? If anything?
On the plus side, the hydro-seeded ground where they cleared the trees was looking very lush and park-like. It made me think of parts of South Carolina except that we have a lot more rocks.
Near Harris Lake, we caught a Winnebago Class C from BC. It was going slower than we were and, in this stretch, was down to 45 MPH. That didn't stop it from wandering from centre line to rumble strip. It was scary and I got by at the first opportunity.
We only saw a couple of police vehicles. Too bad because I had absolutely no worries at the speed we were doing.
We stopped at the Angola Service Center on the New York Thruway for a light bite to eat. Then it was on to the Travel center of America on the eastern outskirts of Erie, where I ALMOST filled the tank with diesel. Fortunately, the half wit I was operating on at the time noticed the pump didn't look right. The slower speed helped because we got 9.4 MP(US)G, a good number for us. We won't do this well tomorrow in the mountains of West (By God) Virginia.
Finally, we wheeled into the Walmart at the Peach Street exit in Erie. I went to the far side of the lot where I managed to find a level space. We went in to get a few groceries and, when we came out, a trucker had managed to park right next to us. Idling. Damn. New York has a law that a truck or bus can't idle for more then five minutes. Pennsylvania and other states would do well to follow this example.
So Sandy prepared a light sandwich of turkey and Swiss on fresh ciabatta buns while I got the TV antenna up and located ABC (Dancing With The Stars). Then I posted the bills from the day and worked on the blog because I don't want to be a day behind on the first day. We managed to snag WiFi from the infamous Quaker Steak and Lube across the parking lot.
If tomorrow follows our normal pattern, we might be in Princeton WV tomorrow night. Or not. We'll see how it goes. But it is good to finally be back on the road again.
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