The ride through the interstate system in PA was just as i remembered it in the past. Plenty of highway patrol, plenty of construction and pretty country side. There was more than once that i was cruising barely above the 65 mph posted speed limit when a trooper came flying up behind us, just to pass along to catch someone up the line. There was generally only one lane of traffic since they are working on every bridge within the state. The trooper count in PA was significantly high than any other state we drove through. Matter of fact it was significantly higher than all the state we drove through combined.
we crossed into new york and within minutes were met with new york drivers. Enough said. The sign welcoming us to new york, as well as the one into connecticut, were in the center divider, and we couldnt pull off to take photos with the car. This was another day that was full of interstate and the chances for cool car pictures were limited. We exited the interstate in CT, and as we pulled up the the red light, the skys opened up and it rained softball sized rain drops decreasing visibility to near zero. It was so forcefull you could see when the drops hit the inside of the convertible top. We had made it nearly 2,700 miles, from AZ to CT with nothing more than a slight shower in NM, one in chicago, and a wet windshield in Iowa. It rained from the exit, to within 300 feet of our accomodations. Once got the car parked, it was sunny again. I forgot the saying , if you dont like new england weather, wait 15 minutes it will change"
My brother met us for dinner, then he got a chance to drive the car, whipping it through the night in the turns of Woodbury, with a smile on his face. We stopped for ice cream, as required when you have an 11 year old and a convertible. Life seemed to be in perfect balance. We finally got to bed at a decent hour, and as usual, i couldn't sleep. The next day was to be the day that John's family would finally get to see the car finished after so many years. Anxiety, nervousness, anticipation, excited, saddened... My mind was wrought with thoughts, not one of them was sleep. Finally the sand man came, and shortly thereafter he was gone.
Since were barely drove the speed limit in PA we averaged 20.1 mpg across the state. Here is the picture of the state tree, the traffic barricade.
The wipers worked.
Wishing well not needed. We have a guardian angel.
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