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I just don't trust
hotel biscuits and gravy.
The gravy always looks
like baby vomit.
A sick baby's vomit.

I have never been able to bring myself to eat that stuff. Truth be told, I'm not much of a gravy fan anyway.
Stale biscuits covered in barf...
The stuff of culinary dreams, people.
Breakfast of champions!
For the nonce, I probably settled
on some lousy scrambled eggs.
Good scrambled eggs are
surprisingly easy to screw up.
This always amazes me. I feel like scrambled eggs shouldn't be that hard to get right, but there are some hotels that make them downright inedible. I wonder if they're using egg substitutes or powder mixes instead of the real thing.
I've probably watched Groundhog Day
over a dozen times.
Great movie.
I've probably watched Groundhog Day
over a dozen times.
Ever get that feeling of deja vu?
I've probably watched Groundhog Day
over a dozen times.


As soon as you mentioned the movie, I figured this running gag was coming. And, bravo. I would have done the exact same thing. You know I love a good running gag.
Carrie explained that Utz made something
called "Hulless Puff Corn".
This sounds like something you would serve your annoying gluten-free vegan cousin at Thanksgiving just to make them shut up already.
She went on to say that it was
her favourite snack...
Whoops! Sorry... she's from the US...
Her favorite snack.
Yes! Down with unnecessary "u"'s!
I've probably watched Groundhog Day
over a dozen times.
It doesn't get old!
For instance, some people like coconut,
and everyone else is smart enough
to know it's wretched.
Both puffed and crunchy
cheese snacks...
And while I don't dislike them,
(although give a choice,
I'll take puffed over crunchy)
I typically can only eat a little
before the fake cheese taste
becomes a bit... overwhelming.
Cheese puffs might be the world's most synthetic food.
Holy crap those things are good!
It was like cheese covered crack.
Mmmm...fake chemical cheese...
I now need to return to Pennsylvania.
I need to re-add these little nuggets
of Heaven to my list of Amish
and Punxsutawney.
I don't think I've ever been to Punxsutawney. I do visit Lancaster Country, PA, which is heavy Amish country. It's a neat area--lots of good restaurants and things to do. They have a
historic train ride and my
favorite mini-golf course in the world, too.
And, without even arriving there
or seeing what was there...
I knew that there wouldn't
be a Harley store there.
And then there was.
I was very surprised.
It was out in the country
and set back from the road.
Huh. Amazing what you can find out there.
Apparently, back in 1947,
a young man named John Reid
rode over to Milwaukee to ask Harley-Davidson
for a licence to sell their motorcycles.
He established Gowanda Harley-Davidson
and it's been run ever since by the same family.
Currently run by the third generation
of the family.
I kinda fell in love with this place.
Interesting story behind this place. They must have really had a passion for Harleys.
I found that both heart warming
and inspiring.
John passed away back in 1991,
and sadly, Babs passed away
just a few days ago on November 7th, 2018.
Dang. That's a shame. Nice that the family is carrying on, though.
"You look angry... or sad... no...
you look constipated.
Nearest bathrooms are in
that building over there.
Have a nice day."
There it is.
Then again, he didn't ask me
about the twenty kilos
of pure heroin I had in the car.
So I consider that a win.
(No. Of course I didn't have that! Sheesh!
It's called Literary License folks.
That's fancy-talk for: I lied.)
It was Meth, of course.

Yeah, right. You had 20 bags of Fruit Loops. They just told you it was meth.
I was treated to a delicious meal,
including some yummy cauliflower...
Which shocked the heck out of me,
since I don't like cauliflower.
Is "cauliflower" what Canadians call cinnamon rolls?
Did you see it in this chapter?

He's going to have a terrible time getting all that cheese dust out of his helmet.