We rolled out of the shit hole of an Econolodge about noon and found our way down to US-20 and headed west. Our first mission was to find a laundromat along the way.

We, well I was down to nothing for clean clothes and needed a laundromat bad. Jane seemed to have an endless supply of outfits coming out of her multiple bags crammed into every nook and cranny of the bike. I had already pitched one of her 3 pairs of shoes she felt she needed and I seemed to be the only one washing out socks and undies in the hotel sinks to make another day.

You know your off the beaten path when the sign on the side of the road tells you "in case of emergency, the police monitor channel 9 on your CB radio". The rest of the world uses cell phones but here you just key the mike and say "breaker breaker good buddy" and Boss Hogg will answer back...

A short way down US-20 was a small town with a Laundromat. We stopped and unloaded all the dirty clothes jammed into the bikes hiding places and saddle bags.

There was an old guy there doing his laundry and he was nice enough to point out the newest washers and the best dryers. I stayed with our stuff while jane ran over to the adjoining convenience store to use the bathroom to change into shorts so we could wash her jeans. While she was gone I loaded the two machines that had the least hay and dirt in the bottom with clothes.

Jane came back rolling her eyes from her adventure. The bathroom was accessed through the garage from the store. The whole building was a third world slum. Hodgie and his wife spoke little english and ended up being the source of what I assumed was the smell of a camel and or goats.

I went over and found the bathroom. it was so dirty and small I ended up changing in the garage. They conveniently had no laundry soap dispensers in the laundromat forcing you to buy soap in a 15 load bottle in their store.

We got the clothes started and set off to find the restaurant the old guy doing his laundry had pointed us to. It was a party store with a grill behind the register. we sat down and ordered a couple of subs and a plate o'chilli fries and cheese. They were awesome! It was one of the best roadside meals of the trip!

We waddled out of the place and went back for our clothes. We didn't even want to go back through the goat stall of a store so we just dropped trough right there under the security cam and changed into our jeans right in front of the plate glass windows.

With our bellies full of food and our bike full of clean clothes we headed on down the road. US- 20 is the longest road in America stretching coast to coast. It cuts through rural New York hitting all the forgotten burgs and villes along the way.

We rode through the Finger Lakes Region stopping at Lake Seneca for a break to watch the sailboats and enjoy the scenery. It was a beautiful place to rest.

Half way through the state I got the bright Idea to swing north to I-90 and bee line for Buffalo. My thinking was to surprise Jane with an unannounced visit to the Anchor Bar in downtown Buffalo the next day. The Anchor Bar is the birth place of Buffalo Wings. I hadn't been there in years and it sounded like fun.

We blasted down the super slab until we got to Batavia NY. There we found the Comfort Inn for the night. There was a group of guys on bikes we met on the way in that were fun to chat with. I parked in the middle of their bikes for the night. After settling in we saddled up and hunted down a late night Italian restaurant as a plan B after the Mexican joint we wanted to eat at was closed.

We putted fat and happy back to the room and called it a night as the rain slowly moved in.