Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Threes are wild

Before we left on our trip David was talking to his daughter Jamie about what you do in life when life does not deal you four Aces. I told her you just yell "Threes are Wild" and you move forward. Well, the last couple of days we called "threes are wild" and had a great time. We left our 8 x 8 cell on Chincoteague Island and landed in Atlantic City. We got the only hotel in Atlantic City with no wi-fi so that is why this blog is long and we had none yesterday.

For a couple of kids who don't gamble, however, Atlantic City was not all that great, although the boardwalk was great for watching people. So, that is what we did. At one of the boardwalk a guy asked us for some change. David almost gave him some money and decided not to at the last minute. Well, an hour later here is what we saw from the same guy. The caption under this picture should read, "What do bums do on their break from begging ... check their email on their iPhone." (click on picture to enlarge and see what is in his hand).







To get to Atlantic City we took an 80 minute ferry ride. David was thrilled that he didn't get sick (remember, we live on a boat) and the Harley didn't get wet. We did see some dolphins dancing off the stern but too far away to get a picture.















We were going to have lunch in New York City but to tell you the truth the Harley does a great job on the Tail of the Dragon, the Pacific Coast Highway and the Beartooth Pass. But, it is not good on the streets of New York. We were lost for quite awhile (the GPS doesn't work between skyscrappers). We finely gave up trying to find a hotel (either all too much money or full). This place builds highways under buildings and puts roads only nuts go down. We saw more people in that city than we saw almost our whole trip to the west coast last year. We could go miles and miles on the West Coast trip and see some cows or a wild horse but never any people. Today we couldn't get down a street because of wall to wall people and cars and trucks and taxis and carts and ... you get our point. We took a good picture of a tall building (one of a million) and what we think was the Brooklyn Bridge. Maybe not but it was a bridge we didn't go over and saved paying a toll.


















We did have a safe arrival in New Haven, CT however. After about four major traffic jams and a hundred tolls. When we arrived in our room of a very nice hotel the backboard on the bed collapsed onto the bed. If we would have had our heads on the pillows we would have been knocked out. But, God was good. A block from the hotel was a Starbucks. The pool was wonderful for Robin. The book is not moving far at all as we are spending all our writing time on the road and in traffic, not at all like going out west. But, we think since these people on the East Coast had since 1776 to get this traffic thing messed up they had plenty of practice. We hope now that we are in the New England-Maine area we will have less time in traffic, more time seeing better scenery and more time to write. Since we only have two weeks and a few days left David has to really work more than vacation.

3 comments:

~Kristie~ said...

Dan's comment is: Your dad's a wuss....

Hehe.....

David & Robin's Motorcycle Adventures said...

Dan, Yes, I am a wus. If I wasn't you would never have gotten in the house years ago.

~Kristie~ said...

Nice one....

(but, he's kinda cute, though)