Onwards and Eastwards

it tells you if a beaver is flashing at you

No one came out to say HI

Roadworks, same anywhere

Now thats what i call a long load

At a first glance i thought it said Home Brewing School

Floods in Gary IN

Tonight i dined in New Jersey, in a Travel Centers Of America to be more excact, in a place called Columbia to be completely excact.

I mention it coz the food was great, there was a roast something or other, somethings liver and somethings baked legs (chickens i think) there was 3 types of maccaroni and the mashed potato was very mashed and very potatoey. I love liver anyway so i was happy and there were just enough onions. Personally i think the onion could have been a little more browned but hey, whos being picky.

Anyway heres whats happened so far on this little escapade into the Dirty Side, and no before any of you mucky devils thinks this is a story about lot lizards, the dirty side is CB slang for the East Coast, as opposed to the Shakey Side which is the Pacific Seaboard. Not sure where those names come from, the dirty side could be a reference to the number of lizards...........

With the Shakey side, there are the same number of lot lizards but they are a lot older........

No, stoppitt, that is sick (unless you are into Octaganarian Commercial Company I guess) and please before this post spirals right down into the gutter, dont nobody mention the fact that OCC could take their teeth out............................

Okay, so here i am in New Juysey, oh, isnt that where some guy shoved cotton wool into each cheek and exclaimed "Huh!, you disraspect me, you disrespect my family"

Right seriously now, I am in a TA and i got about 8 hours before i set off again into the Bronx to make this first delivery, its only about an hours drive but i was a bit concerned as this will be the first time ive come off the interstate in NY City. I phoned up the customer this morning to get directions in, this guy n an italian accent answered and exclaimed "You want directions, you wanna piece o'me you douche bag?, you disrespect me, you disrespect my.......................................

Then a spluttering noise like someone choking on a piece of cotton wool.

Actually no he didnt really say or do that, i just made it up but it sounded more interesting than "Come off at ïntersection 5, turn right then left, then left at the lights and we are on the right, see you in the morning"

So thats about it, to summerise, liver & onions, eighty year old lot lizards, douche bags and cotton wool.

Im tired and rambling, heres some pictures to look at.

Good night...................................





Oh hang on, stop, stop, I SAID STOP ALREADY!!!!!............................

I almost forgot, had a phone call off Jim (from Iowa) Gorgone, he read that i was East bound and we met up for lunch at the Flying J in Gary Indianna (just below Chicago for the geographically challenged). Jim it was great to meet up with you again and thanks for the advice on the bronx.

Actually the advice was, "there are lots of low bridges and structures but ignore the signs coz they are usually wrong, and hey, dont worry, it'll be okay".

Thanks Jim i dont know how i would have managed without you.

Only joking Jim, hope we are buddies now and i can get away with saying things like that!!!