Airplanes coming into New York flew close above Steve and I as vehicles whizzed by. We both had to agree, the cars sounded a great deal like pod racers from Starwars episode one. Based on the expressions of those passing by, not too many people travel on route one toward NewBrunswick on a bicycle. After all, it is a truck route….talk about intense. Dodging glass, drains, 18 wheelers, and the occasional water bottle filled with urine, steve and I made our way toward Michael, our host for the night.
At 7:15 I tobbled down the stairs and was greeted by an enthusiastic group of kids. I had a delicious cup of coffee with my Frosted Wheats cereal and a succulent buttered bagel. Such generous hosts the Tremblays were.
By 8:15, Steve and I were heading out of Manhattan. We parked for a moment on a bike path to snap some photos. “See that?”, Steve said as he pointed to a magnificent bridge in the distance. “That’s us.”, he announced. I was pumped. I love riding on bridges. About a mile and a half later, we were at the base of the George Washington Bridge. Demanding respect, this bridge helps countless travelers cross the Hudson River was too cool to pass up photos. Steve and I stopped a bit to get some good footage.
There are so many beautiful things I would like to take pictures of, but you and I must understand that we are on a tight schedule. We must get out of the cold and do so before dark. There is no time to dilly dally. I often feel unsatisfied with my photos. However, I am beginning to see that less is more.
Anyway, I have a lot in my mind, but I am having a difficult time putting it into words. This may have something to do with our host. He and Steve are currently jamming out in the basement. Steve’s kickin’ butt on the guitar, while Michael bangs on the drums. It’s quite entertaining to listen to and I can’t focus. For dinner, Michael made us pasta with a delicious vodka sauce.
I miss my home. However, I have a new home: the road.
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