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There isn't a whole lot to say about day 9.
It sucked. We started out having to wait for the shop to open, so Adam
could have his new tire put on. Then we waited for them to put the tire
on. They were very nice and efficient about it, but it still took another
hour before we were on our way. Then we drove a really long way on the
interstate sitting on motorcycles not exactly renowned for there super
slab comfort. Next time we trailer them down! The only real thing of note
was the increased concentration of Harleys as we made our way north along
The New Jersey Turnpike. It seemed that the 2002 americas911ride
was scheduled for the same day. These guys were also making their way
to NYC, but from DC. By the time we reached the entrance to the Holland
Tunnel, the cops had stopped all automobile traffic and were waving what
appeared to be an endless stream of burbling V-twins, riders with leather
fringe jackets and American flags through the tunnel. We paid our toll
and joined up. It was quite a fitting end to our trip, nothing but the
glorious sound of motorcycles all the way through the tunnel. Back in
Manhattan I turned to head north up Hudson Street and Adam and Zac headed
east to the Brooklyn Bridge. We waved good-bye and that was that. The
end.
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