Day 7

Day 7 was a taking it easy day. I only rode 445 miles today including a side trip to Niagra Falls. It was cool to see and reminded me of the boxes of Nabisco Shredded Wheat when I was a kid. I rode from Cleveland to Utica Ohio today.

Yesterday it seemed that ALL of the toll booth attendants in Illinois were having PMS. Today all of the ones in New York were very friendly. I think that those of us that have worked serving the public, really notice poor customer service from other people that are supposed to be serving the public.

After I got settled into my room for the evening I went to Walmart to get some stuff. I couldn't find my way out of the damned store. Then when I did, my motorcycle was gone. Then I realized I came out a door about a 1/2 block from the one I went in. Jesus H. Getting old sucks.

Tomorrow I'm going to go to Portland Maine then back to my buddy's in Salem New Hampshire.

I still like riding every day. It is as close as I can come to the days of the old west when people traveled on horseback.

One thing I noticed in Montana was that they run over foxes like we hit possums. They were everywhere. That and deer. A lot of pickups have big metal shields like pit bars on the front because of the deer and antelope in the road. There's nothing to eat in the road. What the hell are they doing there anyway.