_Day 64 - 65 17 - 18 August - 226 Miles
Lincoln Highway
_The Road
Thom had been nursing Shelley’s front brakes, hoping to make it home to Jake’s shop, however the mountains we were coming through said “No.” Pads were available at Hep’s Custom Cycle, which was practically next door to the Janie Lynn Motel. The owner had no objections to working on Shelley in his parking lot, and even let us borrow the tools we didn’t have. The Parks The steepest was yet to come! The chart on the right was posted on the wall at a little Biker Bar at the Tuscarora Summit, home of the Keystone ABATE Chapter. The Inn had opened in the 1920s, giving the autos of that time a chance to cool down after the hard climb. Lodging City traffic ... Ugh! I am continually amused when people tell me the suburbs are “not the city”. It is definitely a matter of perspective. Thom thought he was a country boy, until he spent time where I’m from along the Shawangunk Ridge. Our time out west even makes that look over populated! |