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Hot Bike Tour East Route Day 1

The East Coast ride to the Hot Bike Tour heads out

This day we split town with a group of friends old and new, some industry people from the Northeast area of the USA, and some of the Hot Bike Tour’s registered Longriders.

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God's Bronx Cheer escorted us out of New York. You may know it better by its other name: rain.

Jeff G. Holt

The day started with eating some morning grub and ingesting copious amounts of caffeine for the ride ahead. We then jammed out of NYC and headed south for Tennessee. We decided we would make this a byway ride instead of a highway trip so as to stay off the pothole-filled motorway and actually see some sites along the way.

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After some soggy saddle time, a nice hot meal in a dry place is a godsend. Menlo Park Diner was perfect.

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First MFG Co’s Aaron Hartless, who grew up in the south but now resides in NYC, charted our course.

We left the First MFG Co's Oceanside, NY office at 10 am and headed south on the Hwy 220. After we reached New Jersey we peeled off onto Highway 220 until we reached the Menlo Park Diner for lunch.

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Nothing's more comforting than a big bowl of cheese, sour cream and bacon. I don't care what my cardiologist tells me.

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The rain escorted us on our way after lunch. We ended up hitting some serious downpour as we were leaving New Jersey on Hwy 30. Being pelted by more rain and navigating a ton of traffic coming into York, Pennsylvania called for some lane splitting, which the locals were not too thrilled about.

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Menlo Park Diner's sweet selection of sweets.

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Our troop stayed on Hwy 30 until we all reached Battlefield H-D in Gettysburg, PA, soaked to the bone.

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Battlefield Harley-Davidson brings out the big guns.

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We checked into the hotel, took a hot shower, and then had dinner and drinks at the Appalachian Brewry before some much needed sleep.

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Probably not the kind of hog that went into that soup, above.

Jeff G. Holt