‘ text stop ’, incredible that we need such things , yes , a place to pull over and send a text message .
When I got off the bike , I saw a BMW with a sidecar pass by , with an incredible character at the wheel , who greeted me . I replied to the greeting back and he stopped next to me . He was wearing goggles and a leather helmet . It turned out he is an adorable guy who gave me the address of his home in the mountains , in Moodus , an indigenous region , and invited me to visit him . He came from a car race where he had been working his skills as a mechanical engineer .
" Stroke ," he offered his name as he shook my hand firmly .
" Mr . Stroke ," he repeated proudly . He insisted that I must come to visit him and meet his family .
“ Maybe on another trip ,” I told him .
My aim was not to stray too far from the route . Mr . Stroke looked like somebody out of the movie Mad Max . He gave me valuable advice ; stay away from New York . I listened to him and so I " overlooked it ", and spent the night in a hotel in Bethel , Connecticut .
The sun was dawning on a sunny day . I was getting ready to leave . My intention was to reach the Salisbury Beach State Reservation , a nature park north of Boston , and set up camp . It ' s a scenic stretch of road of about 365km . This is where the good stuff starts , the East coast of the United States … a paradise !
From Bethel I headed towards Hartford on HWY 84 and took scenic route 5 , a marvelous route where I passed through Enfield and had the opportunity to see some beautiful houses , the most beautiful I had seen so far . The quality of life in that part of the United States is admirable . The impeccable gardens , the trees ... the cleanliness of the parks . It ' s impressive , really . I passed through Springfield where the scenery was
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