This will be a hit and run, but after a weekend in which I drove to Delaware, then to NYC, back to Connecticut and then to the Boston area and back, I have a lot to share.
Let's just say the leg of the trip from Westport, CT to Wilmington, DE started with spending 3 hours trying to get across the George Washington Bridge. That leg of the trip should have been an hour. Not an auspicious start. And need I add that the first two people to irk me on this odyssey were an Audi driver and someone bearing NJ plates. I'm just saying.
Traffic was moving so slowly I had plenty of time to take down some vanity plates...I have a lot to say about that subject one of these days. Suffice it to say my favorite one on Friday afternoon was "FLOSSBOY". Really? His mother must be so proud of her son the dentist....or exotic dancer. Whichever.
Actually the one vision that keeps coming back to me as I sit at this keyboard has nothing to do with last weekend's trip. It's a few weeks older. My friend and I were heading into Middletown on Route 66 near the reservoir when a small white car passed us. The driver's left leg was propped up on the edge of the driver's side window with his foot resting on the side view mirror. The thought of the pretzel like contortions required to do that were jarring enough, but the really great touch was the white athletic sock he was wearing. Classy. Maybe you had to see it, but the vision just keeps coming back to me.
The other visual that has been stuck in my mind for the last week is the collection of golf balls that decorated the Arrigoni Bridge for several days last week. I'm not sure how they got there, but it was kind of fun checking every day to see how many were still there.
Truth is there is seldom a dull moment out on the road.
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