Giant Chicken Army – Liberty, New York Edition
Throughout the fall, winter and the cold parts of spring, I spent a lot more time driving than I did riding. Putting the heat vents on your feet, wearing gloves and a hat make driving with the top down on the convertible really lovely. Even down into the 40 degree temps.
Though it was dreary and rainy and the top remained decidedly up, one of my spring day trips in the car was around the Catskills where I’ve ridden many motorcycle miles. Sometimes the heart just wants to wander and so off you go.
We cruised up along the Delaware River, along Route 97 passing through Hawks Nest. Hooking a right on 55, we made our way through the town of Liberty where… what is this now?!
Well, well, well! If it isn’t a card carrying member of the Giant Chicken Army! Serendipity strikes again.
Do my eyes deceive me or do you too see the paint worn away in what can only be explained as people have clearly been sitting on this fine gentleman?
I myself did not attempt anything of the sort. With my luck I would’ve gotten unceremoniously wedged in the saddle and some bewildered passer by would have had to call the fire department to pry me loose.
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”[distant hysteria on the line]
“What’s this now, ma’am? Ma’am, please. Ok. Ok, ma’am. Please, I can’t understand you if you keep laughing. Slow down. Pink hair…? Giant… chicken? Seven feet tall, you say?! Stuck? We’re dispatching the jaws of life.”
The corner of Main and Darbee hosts some lovely retrolicious sights. We’re treated to a “drugs” ghost sign, color-blocking and neon, a restored Gold Medal Flour mural, vintage signage and metal cladding hugging olde tyme display windows and decidedly fab swoopy handled doors.
Liberty exudes the smoldering ember vibe that I love. Towns like this always have vintage treasures hiding in plain sight if you just slow down and take a look. Fading Americana.
this brightened my day…still laughing…I can just picture the call…
I love old stuff like that. Car trips is something we used to do as kids with the parents. I can’t say as an adult I have ever done that. Well…. it’s hard to muster up the desire to do such a thing when you hate your car. Now if it was a convertible Vette……..
Yeah, while my daily driver is a very nice car but i don’t feel “romance” about it. I’m never interested in day tripping in it. Hating your car… yeah, that’s not fun 🙁
good thing you’ve got a bike 🙂
I like the 9-1-1 call log! But we all know you wanted to do it…
One question that popped up: is rallying in Japan a thing? I can remember FIA races in Japan, but i have no real memories of having seen anything about rallye culture in Japan.