"Google says 309 miles = 5 hrs 45 minutes. I think I can do better."
It's amazing that I pay more attention to mileage and "pace" when I drive than when I run.
We left around 9:30AM and, with a 45-minute stop for lunch and gasoline [$20 @ $2.37/gal], we arrived about 3:30PM. Just slightly below a 60 mph average. And yes, while on The Turnpike and The Parkway, bike messenger driving skills were employed; so much so, that while in a jam-up near The Oranges, I actually told D'Wife "Don't look out the window; don't watch me drive right now. Read a magazine or something."
I repeated that when we got close to the farm, off the numbered roads and everything was "twisty-turny, uppy-downy, seriously rollercoastery. Scary swerves and blind curves."
Um, running here, as I mapped it, even on the shoulder, I could be roadkill real easily. The hills would be fun, certainly, but maybe the woods would be better.
The road not taken?
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