We stopped at Ingersoll, Ontario,
last night which is about 85 miles from the Bridge to the U.S.A. near Sarnia. Rapunzel was indicating that we should arrive
home in less than 6 hours. We didn’t care that it didn’t happen on her schedule. We got home at 6:30, 8 1/2 hours after we started. 😏
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About 10 days ago out in the Cape Cod area I saw a black car with the
vanity plate WELLFLT but I couldn’t see
what state it was from. I wondered what
it meant until we drove through Wellfleet, a little town out on the Cape. Figured the people in the car had some kind of
connection with that area.
On the New York Thruway yesterday
I saw a black car with the vanity plate WELLFLT. What are the odds??
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Also yesterday on the New York Thruway, I saw an interesting vanity
plate that had me wondering how it got past the censors. It was a Maine license plate with YBNASS on
it...it passed us twice so I got a good look at it. Now I realize that the car/plate could
potentially belong to a man named York Brody Nass and he wanted his initials
and last name on the plate and that’s how he got it past the censor. But, really, what are the odds? 😏
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Border crossing....I watched Kim get off his bike, walk around to look
at the license plate, then stand and talk to the border patrol agent. Then I saw him gesture back at me as he was getting on his bike. Oh,
no...not again! Kim pulled up to the
end of the lane and turned on the radio to tell that he was waiting there for
me. When I pulled up, the agent asked me
a few questions while looking at my ID, then handed it back to me. Pointing at my bike with a serious expression
on his face he asked one last question: ”Why a Road Glide and not a Street
Glide?” Certainly wasn’t expecting that
one! I said that it fit the kind of
riding we do...that I had traded up from a Softail Classic...that my husband
was the one who really had a hankering for a Road Glide but he already had the
Ultra, etc. That’s when the agent said
that he has a Street Glide and really wants a Road Glide also. Everyone behind me was waiting while we
discussed motorcycles for a few minutes.
Then after telling me to have a safe ride, he waved me on. 😊
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It was very blustery, cloudy and in the low 60s through Canada and up until
north of Flint...then the sun came out and the temperature rose into the low
70s. No rain...it was a good day to
ride!
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Following the lead of the trucker I met the first day back in OH, I
entertained myself by coming up with two word descriptors of various states
based on license plates I saw on our travels:
New York: The Empire
Connecticut: The Constitution
Delaware: The First
Florida: The Sunshine
New Jersey: The Garden
Rhode Island: The Ocean
Maine: The Vacationland
Vermont: The Green Mountain
Tennessee: The Volunteer
I know some of those don’t flow
real well and personally I struggle with calling New York ‘The Empire’ for several reasons. First it sounds too
Stars Wars-ish. And second, I feel that the beautiful countryside of upstate New York is completely overlooked by the name 'The Empire State'.
That nickname seems to focus solely on New York City and there is so much more
to the state than that traffic nightmare.
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I had plenty of time to give it a
good try but I really couldn’t make these three fit into my game :
Massachusetts...The Spirit of America
New Hampshire...Live Free or Die
North Carolina...First in Flight
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I typically don’t look sideways at passing cars. Sometimes movement, like a child waving, will
catch my peripheral vision and I’ll look over but mostly I keep my head
forward. My eyes are constantly moving
but not my head. However, if a vehicle
is keeping pace with me I will look over to see what’s up. That’s usually when I see someone grinning at
me, giving me a thumbs up, waving enthusiastically or whatever. I respond in kind and they move on. It happened many times on this ride...however,
the most unnerving display of enthusiasm came from the driver of a semi. I was passing the truck and I don’t know what
made me glance up at the driver’s window but there was the driver nodding,
smiling and giving me a thumbs up. I
smiled then hit the throttle to get away from him. Appreciated his support but would rather have
him focused on the road in front of, not next to, his truck.
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Wednesday’s miles: 371
Total: 3,426 miles
So we’ve ridden our bikes in all
of the lower 48 states plus Alaska. What
does that earn us?...a t-shirt, a pin, a patch, a certificate? Nope. What it
earned us can’t be bought. You know that sense of satisfaction you get when you
see something through to completion? When you finish what you started no matter
how long it takes? Yeah, that’s what we
earned. 😎
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