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popeye1250 -> My Trip to New England. (8/27/2009 5:38:43 PM)
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On Aug 11th I left Mytle Beachfor my first trip back to New England in five years, ever since I moved here. I was anxious and excited to see my neice and nephew who are now 19 and 22. I left Myrtle Beach at 2100 hrs (9p.m.) on rt 501 and headed the big Lincoln North on Rt 95 at "South of the Border". I wanted to take a differant way instead of rt 95 all the way up through Washington, Baltimore, New Jersy, New York and Conn. Too much traffic and not a "pretty" drive at all. So when I hit Richmond after 1 am I went West on rt 64 to hook up with rt 81. Man, it was dark, there were lots of deer on the side of the road and, I was driving through Virignia, "speeding ticket country." (Va. Trooper pulls a redneck over for speeding, "Got any I.D.?" Says the redneck, " 'Bout whaaaat?") Anyway at about 2 am I start seeing signs for "Goochland County." And I start laughing. GOOCHLAND? WTF is that?" Being all alone and having no company save for the jazz station on sirius radio I start ad-libbing; "Hey Man, you fucked up, we're going to send you to GOOCHLAND!" "Oh no! Not GOOCHLAND!" Then another sign, "Goochville!" I'm like; "who the FUCK would come up with a name like that?" "Had to be those Scots-Irish moonshiners hundreds of years ago!" "Hi I'm Gus Gooch and these are my brothers Greg Gooch and Gary Gooch." A few hours later I'm in Staunton, Va. and headed North on rt 81 and it starts to get light out and I'm in the Shenandoah Valey and it's real 'purty. I'm still keeping the speed down though until I get into a corner of West "By God" Virginia and they're passing me doing 80 and 90 mph! Then aout 30 minutes of Maryland and finally I get to Southern Pa. and it's very pictursque. Lots of spectacular scenery, they seem to sculpt the corn right into the hills there. Lots of farms and tractors, German sounding names I put the windows down to get a good wiff of that cowshit smell that you always get driving through agricultural states. I was thinking to myself what things would have been like had I been born on a farm in Penn. instead of Boston, Mass. And of course being a guy I started getting visions of "Daisey Mae" girls in incredable shape from farm work and of course wearing cut-offs so tight that you'd really have to struggle to get them off and them being ever so obliging of course! ("When I was seventeen,...it was a verrrr....ee good year,..... pennsylvania farm girls in barns who'd show me their rears, with smiles on their faces,.......... their fathers would catch us,......I never knew I could run-so fast,.......... I lost my clothes again,.... when I was seventeen.") Plenty of cities and towns in valleys with church steeples, Lancaster, Scranton, Wilkes Barre, York, Reading, very pretty! The more Northern part before Binghamton is more mountainous like N.Y. State. Next, New York.
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