After work I hitched the trailer up to the Chevy Tahoe, and started on my trip to York, Pennsylvania, to pick up my V30 Magna.
I got on I-70 and headed east. I haven't been east of Dayton, Ohio on that stretch of highway in my memory. I imagine I must've taken that route when we traveled to Springfield, Mass, when I was maybe 6 years old. But I certainly wasn't watching sign posts or counting the miles at that time.
I had a bed roll in the back, a change of clothes, helmet and gloves.
I might get a hotel, or if I found a decent spot I might just sleep in the back of the Tahoe. In the morning I'd wake up and drive the rest of the way.
I had arranged to meet the seller of the bike at noon. I had 570 miles to cover in 17 hours.
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