Fried Clams

There comes a time when a stupid and futile gesture is require, and I'm just the man for the job. With my better half working on Mother's Day, and with it being the nicest day we've had since early last October, I thought it made sense to ride the bike to New Brunswick for some fried clams.

I mounted the beast and joined my buddy Duane for an excursion into Atlantic Canada. We headed east across "The Airline", state route 9. Except for a few stretches with some horrendous frost heaves and potholes, the road was good. It seemed that the 55 mph speeds limit signs were just there for looks as the rate of travel was a pretty good pace.

Few people were using the border crossing into Canada which made things easy. Thirty minutes later we were ordering our lunch.
The clams were just as good as the last time I was there, perhaps a decade ago. We zipped back to Bangor across the Airline rather than exploring other routes. All in all a very good day!