States: New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Ohio and 1/2 Indiana
Highlights: Learning to appreciate Pennsylvania; being chased by a guy with a trailer carrying an Amish-like plow; the country-esque Fairway Inn in South Bend, IN
This morning began the same as most of my mornings do: with me snoozing through my alarm while Z100’s morning show worked its way into my dreams. Luckily, due to an argument Andrew had with his car bike rack, he was delayed also. We didn’t leave till about 8:30 am –– 2 and a 1/2 hours later than we intended.
The road trip kicked off the same as most of our road trips do: with a fantastic bagel breakfast and ridiculous amounts of traffic on the Cross Bronx. We were mid-convo about the long decision process Andrew went through to decide our final destination (he decided we were going to Seattle instead of LA the day before at about 2 pm), so we didn’t even notice that we had slowed down… until we sat motionless behind a Shop Rite truck for a half hour. It seemed we weren’t the only ones trying to leave NY; apparently 8.4 million other people were heading out also! (I can’t get enough of that article!)
The rest of the trip was smooth-sailing, with the majority of it spent alternating between annoyance and awe over the size of Pennsylvania. Seriously, it’s a long bloody state. Both my brother and I went to university in upstate NY so we are very familiar with, and absolutely sick of, driving I-80. I haven’t gone past the 1-80 / 380 to 81 interchange in years, and only west of Lewisburg, PA, once. The vast size of the bloody state astounds me.
But after complaining for the length of time it took to cross PA, we left the forested mountains (some might call them “hills”) for open farmland and sporadic industrial plants, including a GM and Chrysler factory. As Andrew said, “Ohio is a good representation of middle-class America.” And it is. It’s a drive-through museum of agriculture and manufacturing! How educational.
We traveled for more than 14 hours (although I think we’re approaching a new time zone so we’re going to gain an hour soon!). After it got dark we developed a routine at rest stops. “You want to get a hotel here?” “It’s only [time], want to keep going to the next stop?” Shrug. Nod. Head back to the car. We were both running on 4-5 hours of sleep so it caught up to us and now I’m sitting in the Fairway Inn logging in just to post this while Andrew is sound asleep.
What a fantastic first day on the road.
This guy was by far the most interesting.
He’s passed us four times!! FOUR TIMES!! Unless there was a glich in the Matrix, or he has a few clones, he kept stopping and then catching up with us… whizzing by… again and again. We’re convinced he’s delivering Amish plow parts to an Amish museum in Chicago.
Can anyone with internet access tell me if there is an Amish museum in Chicago?