“I don’t want to earn my living; I want to live.” – Oscar Wilde
Ticonderoga, New York.
I spend the night in Ticonderoga, then am up and back on the road.
I am standing right outside town. Tony’s Ticonderoga Sports is nearby with a parking lot full of snow mobiles, dirt bikes, and cars. An older man is watching me interestingly. He gets in his car and peels off. Only to return saying he is headed up the road to Crown Point, NY, a town about 10 miles up ahead.
Way More than 4 Cars.
Dick is his name. He knows Tony from Tony’s Ticonderoga Sports because they both like cars. Dick is from Michigan. Holland, Michigan to be exact. He is headed to Crown Point to check on a car of his. An Oldsmobile, “she is beautiful.” Dick describes the different cars he owns and I tally up them in my head. ”You own 4 cars!” I am impressed, I own about four-fifths of a car. “I own way more than 4 cars!” Dick corrects me.
I can do whatever I want.
Dick is concerned that if he ever moves back to Michigan as to how he would get his cars there. ”I think I would rent a train car.” He decides this is his best option and I am impressed again, commenting that I didn’t know you could do such a thing. “I can do whatever I want.”
I made my own ski’s.
Dick shows me his Oldsmobile. Black, fuzzy interior. It does look beautiful. He then gives me a bit of the history of Crown Point as we drive through. He is having a hard time watching a building that he used to own, not be kept up. Dick wants to drop me off up ahead at the bridge heading to Vermont, he believes I will be able to easily get a ride here.
“I made my own ski’s. They were fast, too.”
So long, Dick! The day is beautiful! The light here is amazing and Dick is right, this is a good hitchin’ spot. It is not long before Rob pulls over heading to Burlington.
Create Our World.
“I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry… just make me feel alive.” – Joey Lauren Adams