Day 4 - Saturday, September 20: Coudersport, PA to New Martinsburg, West Virginia

START - Couldersport, Pennsylvania

END - New Martinsburg, West Virginia

MILES - 313



I visited with Debbie at the Citgo when checking out Saturday. She told me that Bill Clinton would be in town for a funeral that day. The services were for home town boy 1st Lt. William Turner, navigator on a military transport that crashed in Alaska in 1952. It was discovered in a glacier in in 2012. Who could've imagined that two famous rogues were to visit Coudersport that day.
 
WEATHER - sunny and warm. Didn't put on the woolen underwear or heated vest and had to open the jacket vents as the day progressed.

ROADS AND TERRAIN - It was a mixed day for terrain, starting with beautiful back roads through the Allegheny Mountains and then interspersed with getting through congestion from DuBois to Morgantown. The most delightful of these was Morgantown where from one end of the city to the other it was crowds in yellow turning out to support the home team.

Unfortunately there's no picture of me riding the rear wheel and grabbing an offered beer just like one would snatch the brass ring on the carousel.

WAY POINTS OF INTEREST
Allegheny Mountains, Mason-Dixon line, University, PEOPLE

Morning chain maintenance at Paul's Motel & Citgo. Note the handcrafted mahogany jack stick to lift the rear wheel off the ground. The TU 250 X doesn't have a center stand. My brother Larry had to completely disassemble a piano in order to provide that.

 

 

I stopped in St. Mary's, took in the fleamarket, and then went to Don's for fresh fruit, yogurt, and oatmeal.

Another photo up featuring Suzi as the muscle bike. This guy said about four of these got imported from China before they were shut down.

Punxsutawney was a pleasant surprise, is it wasn't on my radar until the sign indicated it was up ahead. I really wanted to stay the night there.

 

No sign of Ned Ryerson, but I'm going to say this is the curb from the scene with the the puddle.

Punxsutawney Phil was out today. The beauty of this arrangement is those yellow barrels you see are at the end of a runaway truck ramp. I want to see the scene where some rig launches off that ramp and takes out Phil.

There was no sign announcing West Virginia, but The Mason-Dixon line was made clear.

Route 7 out of Morgantown to New Martinsville was through the magical north country in West Virginia. Most notable roadside comfort stop there was in the middle of nowhere. After a few minutes a dog started barking, and then a gun was just discharged. I moved on.

There were two failed attempts to find a camp site and it was getting dark as I rolled into New Martinsburg. I really wished I had found a campsite.