Just a stones throw from Bedford, Pa.’s Coffee Pot sits Dunkle’s Gulf station. An art deco jewel, this station was built in 1933 and is still in full operation today.
Dunkle's Gulf - Bedford, Pa.
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Neighboring Mail Pouch Tobacco’s home state of West Virginia, Pennsylvania has a good number of barns along its rural highways and byways. In December our travels took us past a few.
Mail Pouch Tobacco Barn - Pennsylvania
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My love of traveling around and seeing our corner of the world isn’t limited to just doing it on a motorcycle. Sometimes we head out in the car as well. When we hit the road as a family we usually take our A3 which has been named “the Breadbox”. This time our travels took us to the southwestern corner of Pennsylvania.
With nothing to do on Tuesday we packed our toothbrushes, a hand of bananas and some Gatorade, hopped into the breadbox and pointed it west. We didn’t leave the house with much of a plan other than, “hey, let’s go somewhere.” So, that’s what we did.
Our wheels took us to the town of Bedford, Pennsylvania to visit The Coffee Pot. For several years now, I have wanted to see the big silver lady in all her roadside glory. She didn’t disappoint.
 The Coffee Pot - Bedford, Pa. |
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The recent news of the opening up the iconic Frank Lloyd Wright Fallingwater house to overnight guests, sent me digging through my photo archives. In 2004 Kenny and I made the long and boring trip from Long Island across the Pennsylvania Turnpike out towards Pittsburgh. As a detour on our way to Deals Gap we took the opportunity to visit the home that dazzled my imagination from the first time that I ever saw a photograph of it. It did not disappoint.
Fallingwater
1491 Mill Run Road
Mill Run, PA 15464
Be Prepared to see more than you expect – You’ll be amazed, is what the sign says outside of Roadside America in Shartlesville, Pennsylvania. Actually, I didn’t even have to venture inside to be amazed. I was amazed that 90 percent of the would-be customers who wheel in to the parking lot off of I-78 don’t immediately peel right out with a rubber-burning screech, doused in the salt of frightened children’s tears when they get a good close-up of the two hideous fiberglass Amish folks that lurk outside.
Oofa, check out the manhands on that broad, eh? I don’t know about you, but when I think of the Amish, menacing is hardly the first character trait that comes to mind. I guess the artist should really be commended for his talent in transforming good old Amos and Mary into two fiendish, ghouls hell-bent on a post adolescent, latex fetish fueled rumspringa. Well done.
