From White Plains, NY to Stamford, CT
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Today is a very short ride and a very short report. Holly has a work commitment elsewhere and I will cut my stay in White Plains short by one day. I'll travel the short distance over to Stamford, CT where the bike gets to go into the shop for a much needed tune-up and set of tires.
From Washington, I made arrangements with Chris Vento at Stamford Motorsports for a service appointment. What I have failed to understand is that with a shorter riding season on the East Coast, spring is a busy season in motorcycle shops. Understanding my circumstances, Chris was very accommodating and my appreciation is really heartfelt.
Before checking in at a motel, I did a little traveling around Stamford to get the lay of the land. This is a crowded, wealthy city just north of New York. The downtown has been revitalized with an energetic pedestrian area, many pubs and eateries. My motel is just south of downtown in an area that has yet to see the benefits of redevelopment. It is definitely not 'top drawer' in terms of quality but it is within walking distance of the motorcycle shop making today's logistics a little bit less cumbersome.
I had a late breakfast at the Bull's Head Diner in Stamford. I monopolized the table for almost two hours finishing up some postings about Washington and the trip to New York. I check into my hotel and drop the bike off for its two day ultra-deluxe spa treatment at the hands of Chris and his merry men.
Back
at the hotel, I become a shut-in. Plans for a day trip to Manhattan
disappear. I clean up my most recent postings and get them on the
net. In the evening, my Internet buddy John Howell, aka BikerJ,
finally tracks me down. We have been playing phone tag for two days.
For about four years, we have corresponded on a biker e-mail list. He
offers to drive over from New Jersey where he lives so that we can
finally meet and go to dinner.
Dinner is great. Good to be meeting a long time friend and we have made a good restaurant selection. I have a fresh seafood lasagna stuffed with shrimp, scallops and crab meat. It is very nice, although my second bite makes a bid for freedom by jumping onto my yellow shirt. The tomato complements the yellow very nicely.
Friday, I again plan to make the trip to Manhattan but do even less than the day before. I think the pace of travel and the volume of my experience is taking a toll. I need some down time and fight the urge to not waste the day. I had given some thought of trying to find a ticket to the new musical "The Producers" with Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick but I just don't have the energy to pull it off.
Late in the afternoon, I call Chris to get a status report on the bike. His response, "Its nearly done." I pick it up an hour later. Not only have they tuned the beast, provided her with new shoes (a huge effort) and new brakes; they have also restored her to showroom appearance. She is beautiful and I am so happy. Thanks again guys -- I really appreciate your help.
John comes back for dinner again -- this time a nice Indian restaurant called Tandoori. While the name is not very inspired the food was quite nice. Inexplicably, a woman at the bar takes a shine to us as we enter. I have no idea what is going on in her head. Imagine our surprise, when we find out she is seated at the next table. She tries to help us order our food offering many suggestions. I'm not sure how we got into her orbit but I was afraid she was going to join us at our table. John thinks she was having a not-so-secret drink at the bar when we arrived.
After dinner, John provides me with three days worth of riding advice to help me on my way to Boston the next morning. John is funny and very precise. After John has redrawn my maps of New England, I toss the old Rand McNally versions in the trash. (Just kidding John).
Next up: the Road to Boston
Depart White Plains heading east on Interstate 287.
Transition to Interstate 95 heading north.
Enter Connecticut
Exit I-95 at CT Exit 6
Arrive Stamford
(c) 2001 Thomas N. Engler Revision Date: 05/21/2001