The day didn't start all that well.  When we stole Ron & Wendy's 1978 AMC Gremlin last night, Ron apparently followed us in their 1982 Pacer (more legroom!) and when he caught up to us at the motel he demanded that we reimburse him for the two cases of beer we drank and that we return their puppy that we stole.  We figured that we could get $20 bucks for the dog at the Tarrytown Swap Meet - and since we'll need more money down the road for beer it was good financial planning.  Ron didn't see anything our way, but we just wrote it off to the fact he hadn't eatin in awhile and his blood sugar was low.

When we finally got on the bike, we headed north on a wonderful country road through "Bucks County."   We figured it had major financial promise, but it turned out to be just beautiful - not profitable.  We crossed the Delaware River into New Jersey (why does the Delaware river separate Pennsylvania & New Jersey? - it makes no sense!) and while we were only in the state for 37 miles we had to stop for gas.  THERE ARE NO SELF SERVE GAS STATIONS IN NEW JERSEY!  We actually had to pay some mope to fill our tank, but figured it was just some Tony Soprano New Jersey payoff scam.  It actually doesn't really matter anyway because we used Ron's VISA card that we found in the glove box of the Gremlin.

Continuing north we crossed the Hudson River and entered New York.  This was the largest number of "new" states since "New" Mexico (which is neither "New" or "Mexico").  We continued north into the early evening until we reached our destination.  Where you ask?  Wait for it..............POUGHKEEPSIE, NY!  We're not kidding!  We're at the Econolodge (free HBO!) in Poughkeepsie!  Everything was going great until dinner.  We thought we knew one of the bartender's mother from the old days and the other bartender "made" us instantly when we couldn't produce identification to match Ron's VISA card.   We ended up bolting out the door, but tomorrow we'll be even farther north in...

    
In Pennsylvania they take their roads SERIOUSLY!      Crossing the Hudson into New York from Tony Soprano Land

    
What do we care?  It's Ron's VISA card!                   No Matter what he says, We know his mom from the old days.