Hobbit
06-30-2003, 05:46 PM
I hate to call that type of thing a vacation but....:) Left my abode in NC traveling north through NC, VA, WV, MD, PA, NY, VT, NH, ME, MA, CT, NJ, DE, and NYC. Thirteen states in 10 days (some of them twice) and a side trip into Canada (New Brunswick). 3480 miles home to home.
Started out to be a trip to Niagra Falls. Neither my wife or myself had been there so it seemed like a good idea at the time. I really wanted to see the coast of Maine, so we decided to make a loop up the Appalachians to the falls and return by the Atlantic coast.
Stopped in NYC to try to call Jim (flatfloor) but couldn't find or get his number. Got hit on by three hookers (two transvestites), pushed around by three dozen cabs, nearly run over numerous times by buses, and almost killed two pedestrians and four bicyclists. While sitting at several traffic lights on Broadway, my wife and and I momentarily thought to attempt to count (roughly) the number of pedestrians on the corners and crossing the intersections but gave up after several attempts ended in numbers approaching five hundred or more.
After penetrating the beast to its bowels (literally), I gave up (discretion being the better part of valor) and decided to leave "The City" only they wouldn't let me out. Finally got across a bridge somewhere and headed south in a hurry only to get stuck in the mother of all traffic jams. My car wears a permanent reminder, one set of nail prints in the passenger arm rest (and the other set in my right arm).
Looking back now at that time frame, I am delighted to admit that I lost absolutely nothing while in NYC, therefore have no real reason to go back.
Sorry Jim, I know you're a great guy and all, and you probably love it up there, but we'll have to meet in another time, space, era, century, lifetime, or ?????
And a good time was had by all.;)
Started out to be a trip to Niagra Falls. Neither my wife or myself had been there so it seemed like a good idea at the time. I really wanted to see the coast of Maine, so we decided to make a loop up the Appalachians to the falls and return by the Atlantic coast.
Stopped in NYC to try to call Jim (flatfloor) but couldn't find or get his number. Got hit on by three hookers (two transvestites), pushed around by three dozen cabs, nearly run over numerous times by buses, and almost killed two pedestrians and four bicyclists. While sitting at several traffic lights on Broadway, my wife and and I momentarily thought to attempt to count (roughly) the number of pedestrians on the corners and crossing the intersections but gave up after several attempts ended in numbers approaching five hundred or more.
After penetrating the beast to its bowels (literally), I gave up (discretion being the better part of valor) and decided to leave "The City" only they wouldn't let me out. Finally got across a bridge somewhere and headed south in a hurry only to get stuck in the mother of all traffic jams. My car wears a permanent reminder, one set of nail prints in the passenger arm rest (and the other set in my right arm).
Looking back now at that time frame, I am delighted to admit that I lost absolutely nothing while in NYC, therefore have no real reason to go back.
Sorry Jim, I know you're a great guy and all, and you probably love it up there, but we'll have to meet in another time, space, era, century, lifetime, or ?????
And a good time was had by all.;)