My stupid visit to Boston
I got a late start on the ride from Vermont, and halfway to Boston I got stuck in The Wrath of God Storm that felt like a never-ending line of guys slinging bucketfuls of water on me. I got into Boston at around 9:00 p.m., checked into the hostel, was quoted $36 for 12 hours of parking a motorcycle(!), then went for a walk around the city. The next day I left, and it felt like the most pointless visit to a big city ever. I didn't see much of Boston, but at least I got a driving tour of the city when I got lost trying to find the interstate. You just can't visit Boston in an evening and an afternoon, but I felt like I did a few things right. I had the best slice of pizza I've ever eaten, I met a couple of really nice guys from Turkey, and my California lane-splitting skills came in handy when I got to the parking garage barrier. Call me a thief, a cheat, whatever: I am not paying $36 for 12 hours of parking a motorcycle!
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