I was hot and tired when I rolled into Fort Montgomery, on the west bank of the Hudson. Motorcycling in civilization is not as much fun as the Blue Ridge Parkway.
Between Carlisle and Harrisburg, I decided to take Interstate 81. At one point there was construction, so they shifted the lanes half a lane to the right. My lane was half roadway and half shoulder--at different heights! I had to pick one and stay within that half lane. On my right was a line of Jersey barriers. On my left was a line of 18-wheelers going about 55. Yikes! It was like walking a tightrope, but I made it.
And don't get me started on the sign casually announcing that the road surface was now "hot tar and chips."
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