Ride to eat, Eat to ride.
Sunday morning my wife and I hopped on our ‘local’ bikes ( Scout and Kingpin) intending to go out for a short ride for breakfast, it was raining lightly but it’s only water, no big deal.
We headed south and east from where we live in the Pocono mountains of Pennsylvania into New Jersey since that’s the only place to get a good pork roll, egg, and cheese bagel!
An hour later we ate, and then the weather got better and we decided to ride a ‘bit’ further. No real destination, just headed generally south and west, sort of headed towards Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, thinking about cheesesteak for lunch, though Maryland for crab was a possibility we discussed too.
An hour or three later we decided that it was a better idea to go out for Greek food for lunch instead. So we turned around and headed north and east, all across Central N.J. on rt 31 and rt 202 through some very exclusive towns and beautiful countryside then back into the chaos of Northern New Jersey on rt 80.
After 30 miles of high speed interstate combat we rode over the George Washington bridge into Manhattan, then over the Harlem river into the Bronx then over the Throgs Neck bridge across the Long Island Sound into Queens, NY, which quite possibly has more Greeks living in it than Greece.
Queens is my old stomping ground, born and raised there, and I knew just where I was headed for the best kept secret in Greek food. Fontana isn’t a fancy place, it’s not even in a Greek neighborhood or well known outside of the local area but their gyro and souvlaki are the best in the city. I ate so much I was wondering if I needed to tighten up my bikes rear shock to ride home !
It was only 125 miles heading home at ludicrous speed
on Rt 95 and Rt 80, ending up close to 400 miles on the ‘local’ bikes on a quick breakfast run that ended after dark.
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