From New Hampshire and Vermont we rolled South to Massachusetts to spend a week at my Dad's in Holyoke, the birthplace of Volleyball.
We spent the week visiting and doing different projects and day adventures. Dad and I spent a day working in a Shipyard in Rhode Island refurbishing an 80 foot Pilot Boat. Another project we have going is a custom VW Trike. We hauled it to a Dune Buggy shop to sync the carbs and almost kill ourselves skidding backwards into the median in a Jackknife on the way.
Western Mass is a beautiful place nestled in the Berkshire Mountains. Just a trip to the grocery store is a scenic drive. You learn to take it for granted living there but now that I've moved to Michigan it is a real treat to get back to the old neighborhood. There is absolutely nothing scenic about going to the grocery store in Michigan.
My Dad is an Illusionist with his own stage theater the local performers use every summer. We spent afternoons readying the place for a show.
We spent the week feasting as the different waves of people came by to visit us.
The girls would disappear and do whatever girls do and us guys would go do guy stuff.
We spent a day at The Big E. This is the State Fair for all of New England.
My friends Scott and Traci from Detroit were out vacationing too and were there at the same time yet we never ran into each other the place was so crazy.
Every state had their own building. Each with their own beers and food and local fair.
The entertainment rocked and we destroyed a picnic table with a couple of messy ass Gyros.
There was even a famous old Motown group I never heard of that had a few hits I recognized in the day that rocked. I'm to white to remember their name now...
The Trike is nearing completion. It has been a slow project over the years as we make time.
The title process will be done and she will be tearing up the streets in the spring. I can't wait!!
Eventually we reluctantly headed West taking out time across New York.
I treated Pam to one of my favorite hits on the road, the Anchor Bar in Buffalo.
This is the birth place of Buffalo Wings. The bar has classic motorcycles hanging on the walls and enough nick knacks to keep you entertained for hours.
It has grown since I first visited long ago. The little neighborhood bar is now a major operation. Good luck finding a parking space...
I'm not a big fan of vinegary wings but I still can't stop eating the ones from here.
If nothing else it's a great T-shirt stop.
We passed through the ghettos of detroit onthe way to Ziggyland North and put another adventure away by sunset.
The next big run is in the works, Ziggyland South on the shores of the Gulf of Mexico.
I better rest up.