New York…shit; I’m still only in New York. Every time I think I’m gonna wake up back in the mountains. When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I can think of was getting back into the mountains. I’m here a few days now…waiting for a mission…getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger. Each time I looked around the walls moved in a little tighter…
How was this possible? I slept well over 8 hours last night and woke up feeling chipper. Then all of a sudden WHAM! I came to the conclusion that after my bowel movement, the alcohol from last night must’ve moved through me and was absorbed through my intestines. Is this even possible? Who knows. Feeling better now. Where is everybody? Oh yeah, they went out riding without me. Served me right. Needed to recuperate anyway.
|I guess this was along Ocean Pkwy in L.I.|
|Looking out into the Atlantic|
Later on that evening, we were meeting up with other ADV’ers from NY and LI at Jeremy’s Ale House to munch on some grub. What followed afterwards is probably one of the craziest things I’ve done on a motorbike—night riding into Manhattan.
|Bratwurst sausage with perogies & chicken ceasar salad|
|Word on the street is, you donate your bra; you get a free beer.|
Glad they went on without me.
Aleve…who needs it?