Left toronto on a shill chilly April morning. Traffic was reasonable as I drove the unscenic QEW.to Buffalo.
After a painless border crossing, I stopped in for some more than decent hipster-tacos at Cafe Azul, then got out of Buffalo on the 219.
As soon as the freeway ended, I hit some of the nicest riding that 1've ridden, working my way through the Moshannon and Sproul State Forrests. Arriving in State College, PA, I experienced an American "college town" for the first time of my life.
The college football team’s stadium, twice the capacity of the sky dome, loomed over the town. Penn States long tenured former football coach, who had once been revered like a saint, once had a 600 pound statue of hiumsef by the front entrance. After becoming implicated in a child molestation scandal that he played a role in covering up, the school took down the statue and landscaped over the area as if it had never been there. The stadium that he helped build with his on field success remained, yet he did not.
After checking in, I moved along the street avoiding the leaders of tomorrow in their Peacocking phase. Dresses that were a bit too short and heels too high had young women resembling baby fawns in a drunken stumble propped up by gelled hair companions.
Popped into a joint called 'chronic town', that was a combination coffee shop, shisha bar and pinball arcade.
After some decent games of pinball, I chatted up Destiny and Chelsea, childhood friends who'd grown up a half hour away, waiting to see the Avengers film. Chelsea, a social worker who had voted for Trump, still liked him as 'he was a celebrity', at the same time she also wished that he would stop tweeting. Both women, when I asked them what they wish they could change about the United States immediately said “acceptance”. We spoke about places that we'd like to live or visit, and the divide between rural and urban lifestyles. They both mentioned the tension between the two, and how the tone of public disource had gotten more divisive in the past two years.
I also met terry, a 70 year old who hates bars, and has some odd opinions about pretty much everything. the less said the better.
Riding Skyline Drive tomorrow. Should be fun.
ps. I really did put a high-score on my first game of this adventure.