September 3, 2007
We arrived in Hershey around 3pm and immediately thought of leaving. Hershey is not one of those towns that would likely be included in the top 100 places to see before you die. We arrived via Route 322, the Hershey Highway. I was really hoping to see the manufacturing process of Reese’s Butter Cups, likely stolen from the Gods. It turns out that plant tours are a thing of the past, for the consumer’s protection (they were likely sue
d at some point). We
arrived in the very Disney-esk grounds, packed full of cars and busses from all four corners of the country. I got off the bike, greeted by the sounds of a little girl crying .. of course .. another small soul who didn’t want to be there. There were cars as far as the eye could see. It took no more than 2 seconds for Terry and I to say adieu, so long Hershey and all things chocolate.
Off we went, enroute to Gettysburg (who knew it was 22 miles from York). It took a good hour to drive the 45 miles. Wouldn’t Lincoln be surprised to see what’s become of Gettysburg. Downtown featured this very nice round about (see Terry smile). I’m not sure I’ve seen so many bikes in such a short period of time. We rode a mile or so south and came upon the Graveyard battlefield. The cannon placements all pointed downward to the valley below. Actually, it was a very attractive place .. had to imagine such bloodshed took place a 100+ years ago.
It seemed Gettysburg had become quite the tourist stop, so we decided to ride onto York, PA, the location of Harley’s touring bike manufacturing plant. Guess where we’ll be tomorrow at 9am?
We arrived in Hershey around 3pm and immediately thought of leaving. Hershey is not one of those towns that would likely be included in the top 100 places to see before you die. We arrived via Route 322, the Hershey Highway. I was really hoping to see the manufacturing process of Reese’s Butter Cups, likely stolen from the Gods. It turns out that plant tours are a thing of the past, for the consumer’s protection (they were likely sue
d at some point). We
arrived in the very Disney-esk grounds, packed full of cars and busses from all four corners of the country. I got off the bike, greeted by the sounds of a little girl crying .. of course .. another small soul who didn’t want to be there. There were cars as far as the eye could see. It took no more than 2 seconds for Terry and I to say adieu, so long Hershey and all things chocolate.Off we went, enroute to Gettysburg (who knew it was 22 miles from York). It took a good hour to drive the 45 miles. Wouldn’t Lincoln be surprised to see what’s become of Gettysburg. Downtown featured this very nice round about (see Terry smile). I’m not sure I’ve seen so many bikes in such a short period of time. We rode a mile or so south and came upon the Graveyard battlefield. The cannon placements all pointed downward to the valley below. Actually, it was a very attractive place .. had to imagine such bloodshed took place a 100+ years ago.
It seemed Gettysburg had become quite the tourist stop, so we decided to ride onto York, PA, the location of Harley’s touring bike manufacturing plant. Guess where we’ll be tomorrow at 9am?
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