Friday morning I rolled out of the driveway and into the morning at 5:30 heading for points… away. I wasn’t armed with much of a plan other than to just get off of this island before the morning rush clogged my escape routes across the bridges.
As I meandered up Route 97, I pulled off at the Roebling’s Delaware Aqueduct. A spot I’ve passed many times but never snapped a photo of. I thumbed my nose at the man by living dangerously and parking in the no parking zone. Take that! Ha!
A quick stop in Callicoon, NY and I was off again heading north.
I pulled off to take a quick peek at the Hamden Covered Bridge on Route 10 near the northwest edge of the Catskills. It felt really good to get some elbowroom.
There was one rain cloud that seemed like it was following me. It was like a big balloon on a string that was tied to my seat. I just dragged it along where ever I went. It cut loose right about here and floated off to that corner of the universe where the sky keeps lost balloons.
I continued poking along, turning here or there willy-nilly. I pulled off next to this old neon tube Motel sign for a closer look at it and to rest my noggin. I get this hot spot on my forehead in every helmet I’ve ever owned. I must have a lumpy head. Add that to the snaggle teeth, crooked ears and ever-maniacal hair and i’m quite the catch, huh?
I bet that sign has a lot of stories to tell.