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Been Thinkin’ ’bout the Lincoln

Been Thinkin’ ’bout the Lincoln

Over the weekend I plucked a book off the shelf that I’ve had for a few years now: Lincoln Highway Companion: A Guide to America’s First Coast-to-Coast Road by Brian Butko. Flipping through its pages, makes me want to hit the road. I wish I could pinpoint what it was that initially sparked my interest in Americana.

Whenever I’ve traveled along the western half of Pennsylvania’s section of the Lincoln Highway, I’ve had a great time. The riding itself can be dull in some places with lots of traffic lights and congestion. But, those population centers lighten up as you go west and the sights overshadow the annoyance.

Some of the things I’ve seen along the way in PA:

Haines Shoe House – Hellam, PA

Mmmm… donuts… – Maple Donuts in York, PA

Pied Piper – Schellsburg, PA

Dutch Haven – Where I had my first taste of Shoo Fly Pie – Ronks, PA

Mural at the Bison Corral – Schellsburg, PA

Mural at the Bison Corral – Schellsburg, PA

Totem Pole Playhouse / Mail Pouch Barn – Ortanna, PA

Mr. Ed’s Elephant Museum – Ortanna, PA

Ms. Penny Candy at Mr. Ed’s Elephant Museum – Ortanna, PA

Vincent Van Gas a Lincoln Highway Pump Parade gas pump – Schellsburg, PA

Bull Durham ghost ad – Bedford, PA

Dunkle’s Gulf – Bedford, PA

The Coffee Pot – Bedford, PA

Near Jennertown / Stoyestown, PA

Wayne Fettro mural and a Lincoln Highway Pump Parade gas pump – Stoyestown, PA

Ride Snaps: Recent Murals, Graffiti and Street Art

Ride Snaps: Recent Murals, Graffiti and Street Art

While I’m out cruising around, I like to stop and take a look at murals, graffiti and street art along the way. Here are a couple bright spots from the last couple weeks.

I’m not sure why dueling grim reapers wearing oven mitts are partaking in a smash-up derby, but, okay. Also, I never really pegged the big GR as a Volvo kind of spirit. Seems a little “safety first,” if you ask me. But, what do I know?

At first glance, this mural may seem innocuous but there are little details about it that make you wonder what the artist had in mind. (see enlarged) Spotted this in Troy, NY.

Simple and sweetly primitive. It was on the side of Flavour Coffee Shop in Troy, NY.

This list of names painted on the roadway was near a high school. I’m guessing they’re the names of seniors who will be saying goodbye and heading off to college.

My daughter’s name 🙂

Just the right amount of ridiculous whimsy <3 This wall was in the parking lot of the Opera House at Boothbay Harbor.

Me too, dude. Me too.

 

 

A Handful of Murals Spotted in Pennsylvania

A Handful of Murals Spotted in Pennsylvania

While riding around central Pennyslvania last weekend, I saw quite a few painted murals. They’re one of my favorite things to spot when passing through smaller towns.

The town of Jersey Shore had a lovely Veterans Park. It was beautifully manicured and featured a prominent mural.

After nearly being hit by Mr. Magoo behind the wheel of a car, I spotted a cute bee painted on the side of Drabee’s in the wonderfully named town of Roulette, Pennsylvania.

I’ve heard the town pronounced as “cowders-port” by a Pennsylvanian but my brain can’t get on board with that. I always read Coudersport as “cooders-port.” Whichever way you say it, they’ve got a nice mural in their town on the corner of 3rd and Main.

The next two were both in the town of Milton, Pa. This trompe l’oeil scene was especially eye-catching and vibrant.

This mural celebrates the local Capitol theater which was lost to fire in the 1970’s.

Murals such as these are great calling cards to tell you about what a town is famous for or is proud of. They seem to help keep a neighborhood feel alive. More peace, more love, more art.

Sunday Check-In: Hello, Goodbye and a Hot Dog

Sunday Check-In: Hello, Goodbye and a Hot Dog

When people start sending messages to see if i’m still alive, I know it’s time to say hello. So… Hello, from icy-cold Long Island!

The weather here for the last few weeks hasn’t been conducive to making my brain want to get out and about. There are some winters in which I’m not daunted by the cold and am gung-ho to do a million things. This hasn’t been one of those.

I haven’t really been doing much of anything at all, really. Mostly lingering around the house. That is fairly uncharacteristic of me in the sense that I’ve volunteered to do it and haven’t lost my mind as a result of it. But the truth is, I’m just so fucking tired at times it’s almost painful. And so, I’ve been loafing.

A couple of weeks ago, I sold my ole Husky TE-310. Happy life, little Husky! We made the exchange in Brooklyn. Since we were in the neighborhood I got to stop by Coney Island. Though it was positively frigid with a cutting wind, Kenny and I grabbed a hot dog at Nathan’s and did a quick walkaround looking at couple of the murals.

Do you know how much a regular hot dog at Nathan’s Coney Island costs? $4.50!

I’m not really what you’d call a cheapskate or anything but something about a $4+ run o’ the mill hot dog struck me as kind of outrageous. Pretty sure you can buy a whole package of the same brand at the supermarket for that much.

Just another indicator that I’m getting old, I guess. A few weeks ago, I had to ask my daughter to help me “make the Netflix” on the TV. ::sigh:: It’s happening.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to snap a nice photo of it but I did get to see the Greetings Tour Greetings from Coney Island mural.

I’d seen their mural in Waterbury, Connecticut at the tail end of 2016. As I went looking for the post, I realized I probably never shared it here. That’s an example of my blog getting derailed by Instagram. Instant gratification strikes again.

So that’s what I’ve been up to. I did go out for two rides in the last… two months, maybe? I’ll post some pics from those too, I s’pose. Maybe. I’ve got so many things I want to share that I become paralyzed and end up doing nothing, it seems.

The imagination machine is starting to crank up. I’ve been daydreaming about small town, America. Hopefully I’ll be getting out to see a few of them soon.

How’ve you been?

Bull Durham Ghost Ads and a Pink Elephant

Bull Durham Ghost Ads and a Pink Elephant

Like a dumbbell, I brought my (3rd partially broken) point-n-shoot camera with its nifty 30x zoom with me… but failed to charge the battery. One day I’ll get this all right, but this? This was not that day. And so I was left to take pictures with my iPhone and my GoPro which on the whole isn’t really so bad. But, the zoom situation can be a little less than optimal. I hope you can manage to suffer through these photos.

“I come in peace.”

Tucked within the recesses of my GPS’ favorites was something called “BDS-32-54-04.” Though I wasn’t sure exactly what I would find when I pulled up, just by looking at the name I knew I’d saved a “Bull Durham Sign” from the Mail Pouch Barnstormers site. That’s their naming convention.

Wow, would you look at that? A tobacco ad that is loved, cared for and has been restored. Does that warm the ole ticker or what?

The kicker to my whole interest in tobacco advertising is that I find smoking and chew to be disgusting. I have memories of being trapped in the backseat of my parents car as a kid while they both puffed away in a blue-gray fog and it makes me want to gag. Apparently secondhand smoke wasn’t much of a concern back then.

This one wasn’t a GPS favorite or anything. I just happened to see it when I parked at the Bull Durham sign in Waverly, NY. I pulled around to the backside of the parking lot to get a better look. There is so much overlap, so much fade that I’m not able to discern what’s going on here. But the location came up on Barnstormers as having a Mail Pouch ad. I think I can see the word “pouch” on the upper left in yellow.

[edit] After googling soap ghost ads, I think that one of the layers may be for Ivory Soap. I found a soap add on Pinterest that tipped me off.

Towns like Waverly, NY that reach back a few hundred years and have a railroad line running through them seem to have the best shot at seeing ghost ads. Thinking back to other places I’ve been, Waverly had that look much like Renovo, PA and East Liverpool, OH did.


Pressing east…

I stopped to have a drink and a granola bar alongside a pink Elephant in Owego, NY. I mean, it really was as good a place to stop and take a breather as any, right? Maybe even better than most. It isn’t every day that you get to bask in the glory of such a fine beast.

The cockpit of my faithful companion. I don’t know if I took this picture on purpose or by accident, as I’m wont to do. Either way – the KTM is an excellent dance partner.

A lovely old sign in Owego provided me with some shade as I sipped and snacked.

Another Bull Durham sign perfectly perched above the olde tyme Harris Diner in Owego.

I didn’t really explore or dilly-dally around Owego as I was running out of time to get back to meet Kenny. So I snapped a quick photo of a You Are Here mural while sitting at a traffic light and made my way out of town. If I’m ever in the area again, something tells me I should have a closer look around. There are probably more roadsidey gems sprinkled through town.

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