Too lame and cold to travel

So I'm staying at home, endless tweaking out this blog and nyroute30.com. What dullness! Got a few licensed guides on the site now, via phone & email.

Another Day

My road trip down NY 8 was real desolate, compared to 8, 30's Broadway. Some hippy and his woodchuck buddies played head games with me in his bar near Piseco. They poured cream down my jacket sleeve, I got up and left, but didn't give the chucks the satisfaction of seeing me get angry. One of the chucks at the hippy's bar said he felt sorry for dweebs like me who sit in front of our monitors all day. As if he's a romantic working hero like a smoke jumper, locomotive engineer, fur trapper or wilderness tour guide. He sells junk food and gas, real heroic!


The next bar, in Ohio Town, Herkimer, was much friendlier. The owner is selling out, the APA has made life to difficult with all their granola-munching silly rules. I said you're preaching to the choir, get a 155mm howitzer and a few limbers of HE shells and tow it up to Ray Brook if you're so darn mad. Better yet, use the web and organize the whole 'Daks and change the rules legally. The whole problem in the 'Daks is everyone is so provincial: they can't think past their county line, if that far! To fight NYS, you have to have grass roots support, which is there! Computers are so cheap and easy to use these days, there's no excuse.


Thinking about Poland Village. People were real nice, not huggy 12 step dweebs. Everyone looked me in the eyes and they were friendly, but hard folks, especially the fine young lady who stopped on the street to give me directions. But Herkimer County seems really poor, Route 8 is so desolate, I could put every business there on one page. Note, whether from the east from 'Dam or the west from St Johnsville, the best way to get to 30A is to use NY Route 67. It climbs out of the valley on a long, easy grade, compared to the rest of the routes going from Fonda to Johnstown. 67 is Main Street in the City of Johnstown, but at night all the lights are flashing yellow, except at the eastern end at NY Route 30A. Definitely the fastest and safest way on a winter night.

Another Crazy Weekend in the 'Daks

Well, up all night, after blogging after the Holiday Inn. Went to my motel room got my gun and gear and went to Rockwood State Forest, junction NY 29 & 10A, but south of 29 where Southern Zone regular deer is still open. Pulled the Escort in on a x-country trail, where I got my pad and walked a half mile predawn to get in position. But after getting up after an hour of laying still to piss, i figured I blew it, so I went walking. I went exploring and got lost on some snowy trail. Ended up down the mountain, where, after I found a snowy dirt road, the first car, a guy in a Toyota 4 x 4 stopped. He's a local named Luke and took me 4 miles out of his way back to where I parked in the snowy woods. He even helped straighten my car so I could get back to 29. The fact that I had a 12 gauge Winchester pump didn't faze him a bit.


It was tough selling that day, but I soldiered through. I almost fell asleep driving from Johnstown to the motel in Northville that evening after dinner. Slept till 10 am, I needed it. I tried to help some jerk at the motel, to install a fuel filter correctly in his Ford Contour. There is a trick with the plastic hairpin clips you got to know or it might come apart and spray high pressure gasoline all over the motor. Ford fuel lines are flimsy, all that hard plastic crap. So I got too much into his space when I leaned over so he threatened to kill me. I told him he was a nasty jerk and when I checked out, I told the gapped tooth manager I'll go somewhere else if this is the kind of trash that comes here. Actually, that ugly, toothless, redneck, hippy dirtbag seems to be the manager's friend, he isn't even staying there! When I get home, I'm calling the owner in Albany and complain about those ignorant losers, after I sell him on my website.


So today I did better. Got Powerhouse Snowmobile and Jim's Bait Shop in Mayfield, first on the fishing and snowmobile pages. Then I checked into a motel in Wells and went cruising north on NY Route 30. After checking out all the bars on NY 30 and 8 west from Speculator. Along the way I stopped at a bar in Poland to get direction to an all night store. This utterly fine brunette walking on the village sidewalk stopped and gave me good directions, she was so nice and polite. Compare that to the brats around Latham and Colonie or Troy. I told her that she was a really good person, she was, and was a beaut too. Too far out from 30 and tired to give a pitch anymore, burnout! I ended up at an all night store in Barnveldt on NY 12, only 10 miles up this huge straight hill on a beautiful 4 lane road, NY 12 & 8, to Utica. Coasted almost 4 miles on a dead stick. I got 60 miles back to Wells, at least! So I weaseled my way into the Utica Best Western, where this way cool dude let me log on, 3 am! Maybe I'll sell the new motel owners in Wells on the plan tomorrow. the night clerk's brother is going to school in Philly to be a pro wrestler. Since I hate all pro sports, I said better to be an honest entertainer in the WWF than some pretensious hoop playing NBA thug in a Range Rover.


The most receptive people are the older folks, especially women. They're better educated and see the value of my plan. The young brats, most of them uneducated (so what they went to college, it's all neo-Marxist swats running the state's schools!), narrow minded and provincial, can't see what value I have. Sure they surf the web, but their computer use is totally superficial mouse clicking, couldn't write a line of code if their lives depended on it. I met some lady in Oneida County that I thought was 55, she's 42! Said she left Vermont after the gay civil ceremony law was passed. Said it was against God's will. She was too Christian to use a computer. But I explained that good Christians use the web. She was just too plumb ignorant! Reminds me when I went to the Christian lodge in Speculator, I told the guys that I was from the Nation of Islam and they must accept Allah and the Prophet or die an infidel's death! That was good for a few laughs. That's not what they teach you in Dale Carnegie though! They gave me a local phone book, what a help!