It was difficult to leave Team New York, the ultimate Rescue Squad for this adventure.  Seno is probably in better shape than he was when I left Portland over 4,000 miles ago.  Joe, the metal wizard installed braces in addition to putting the fenders back on.  Ross brought his AMAZING 1939 Ford black and white cop car to the "party" and we drove around with lights flashing and the siren on.  Irving screamed for his lawyer in the back seat right behind the machine gun.  In the front seat with me--hand cuffs, radio mike--a very complete car.  John and pizza arrived and it was a gab fest; each of us yelling enthusiastically about whatever story came to mind.  Sounded like an Italian wedding.  What great fun!  What a great good time.

OK, that does it, folks.  I don't want to hear one more word against New Yorkers.  My money wasn't good in that state for food, lodging or motor oil or expensive car repair.  My relatives don't treat me this well.  I am so far out past grateful that I don't know what to do.  Autographed copies of my book about this trip are in order for the guys that made it possible in New York.  PLUS we had a great time swapping stories.

Very reluctantly I got on I287 and headed away from my Angels.  Feeling more vulnerable that ever, it took awhile to get a little confidence back--which you have to have to saddle up to the big trucks and keep up.  Getting thru New Jersey was pretty simple and I arrived on the border at:  EASTON, PA.

What a wonderful mid-sized town build around a square with the obligatory military statue in the middle but a water fountain all around.  Seno gathered a fan club but I was more interested in visiting the Crayola Factory.  Finally learned how they're made!  Bought a few gifts and because the roadster doesn't have room for so much as an extra pair of earrings, I immediately asked for the Post Office, bought mail pouches and sent the goodies.  When you're in Easton, wander down the little brick side street west of the square and you'll enjoy mirror-studded murals and find the Purple Cow Ice Cream parlor.  Don't pass it.  They make their own ice cream.  Get your Easton postcards from the shop further down.

I needed Easton postcards for my friend Lynn Easton.  Lynn, I hope you're checking in with this web site from time to time because I don't have your mailing address with me.  Note: they have Easton T-shirts as well.

Spent the rest of the day trying to cross 1/2 of Pennsylvania.  An accident on the interstate sent me scurring into the side highways where it is cool and green and just about the best roadster roads and weather you can imagine.  Even found a covered bridge built in the early 1800's.  Couldn't get a photo of Seno on the bridge because it is USED by too many cars passing over it.  All wood, huge beams, interesting construction.

Made it here to Carlisle, PA and checked in at the Fairgrounds where--as luck would have it--there is a National Replicar event scheduled for the next 3 days!  Should be something interesting to see in the 1,000 + cars due there in the next 24 hours and 20,000 people.  Remember, as Matthews says, they "smell like a boat on a hot day."  (fiberglass)