Yesterday we traveled along Interstate 68 from Pennsylvania to West Virginia. The route took us all the way across the Allegany Mountains, and I have never faced winds as severe as these. The tank bag would have blown off twice if it didn't have a safety strap, for instance. The Harley weighs way over 1500 lbs when loaded, and I got pushed out of my lane a couple of times. And, it was showery. Once we turned south at Morgantown, WV things became very pleasant. Too much highway for my tastes, but we had miles to cover.
We gassed up in a "town" called Flintstone. It was one intersection with one gas station. It was the first time it felt like we had reached the South.
And the most amazing incident so far: I ate at a buffet.
George
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Hold on Chris! I don't want to have to miss the festival this summer because you took an unplanned trip.....
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