I arrived in Springfield, MA close to three in the morning. I checked into a Holiday Inn Express and took my traveling bag into the room. Check out was at noon which was perfect. I took my boots off, turned on the television and lit a joint. I sat back and pondered the trip tomorrow.
On any trip there is a dreaded section of highway. On the road from Boston to Chicago it's the section of Interstate 90 from Albany N.Y. to Buffalo N.Y. This is 378 miles of bullshit highway. Later in 2005, I made the trip back to the Laconia Bike Week as an Outlaw - another brilliant National (LOL). It got to be old to announce Nationals in locations that were less than desirable.
If you have ever driven this stretch of the road you know it's miserable. First, the road is cement not smooth blacktop so you can feel it. That's not the worse thing though, the worse part is the mile markers. The first one says 378 miles to Buffalo. The next sign will say 376 miles to Buffalo, then 374, 372, 370, 368 - you see what I am saying? It's like Chinese water torture...drip-drip-drip. It drives you nuts. I like to drive and not see a sign every 2 miles, otherwise it seems like you are getting nowhere.
I woke up at 10am and I was antsy and ready to go. My plans were to get to Buffalo, check in and hit the bars - maybe even go across to Canada check out the strip clubs. I know I also wanted to go across to see the falls side from Canadian side.
I made myself two nice lines, snorted them and off I went to make Buffalo!
378, 376, 374, 372, 370, 368, 366, etc...etc...