Phillipsburg

Tracee and I were both pretty shattered by the time we caught the Greyhound bus on Saturday morning from the Port Authority Station on 8^th Avenue/42^nd Street. We had both had a night of broken sleep. Tracee was up during the night vomiting. She had either caught a flu bug, or more likely the crab meat from dinner the night before was still very much ‘alive’ with something! To have to deal with that and then endure a 4 hour bus journey and keep everything down was a major accomplishment on her part!

The bus trip was made more unbearable by us being seated in close proximity to two young twenty-something women. One was blonde, the other brunette and from this point forward I will refer to them as ‘bangles’ (you get the picture). 'Blonde bangle' was an aspiring pop singer/dancer and she talked at her friend 'brunette bangle' for 4 hours non-stop - loud enough for everyone within 4 rows to have to endure the Kardashian style banal twittering .  Ever notice how the younger generation has to intersperse every sentence with about a dozen ‘likes’? Here is a snippet of the conversation to give you an idea of the pain we endured non-stop - for 4 hours;

“My third routine was, like, sooooo difficult, cause,  you know, I’m not, like, naturally a physically kinesthetic learner, I’m more ,like ,auditory or visual. The director was, like, so, like, mean to me. He told me I had my arm bent during the routine and I, like, find it soooo hard to, like, take negative feedback…”

ARGHHHH!! …… I nearly chewed my arm off in frustration.

We made it back to Boston and caught the subway to Oak Grove where our friend Neil picked us up. We collected the Harley from Neil & Karen’s place and I rode it back to the Hotel .Neil later collected us from the hotel and we had dinner with them to celebrate their son Michael’s 14^th Birthday. 

Today, on a fine Sunday morning (with Tracee feeling much better after a good nights sleep), we loaded up the bike and departed Boston heading south on Hwy 90. We branched on to Hwy 84 West south of Worcester, crossed the state line into Connecticut and then at Hartford turned on to Hwy 91. 

We stopped for coffee and fuel at New Haven and then branched on to Hwy 95 which took us through Bridgeport, Stamford and across another state line into New York state. We passed through the Bronx and over the George Washington Bridge and crossed the state line of New Jersey. We soon merged onto Hwy 78 West just past Newark and after about an hour reached our stop for the day at Phillipsburg, the last town in New Jersey before crossing the state line into Pennsylvania. A good ride of around 500 kms for the day.