New York, the Big Apple and Frog!
After much insistence from my friend Angelike we finally decided to travel all the way from Florida to New York in our two-wheeled motorcycle. Everything was perfect, I mean, almost...quasi...the weather at midday was very clear and sunny and Interstate I-95 was completely deserted, mixed with some dark shadows, penumbras, and lacking of visibility.
Angelike was happy, smiling, and all painted, sitting behind the motorcyclist, and then...boom! A huge truck of melons, oranges, mamoncillos, grapes, custard apples, bananas and guavas turned against us, then the rain and the bombing was all over us. The impact was so great that we both ended slid in the middle of the wiped pavement.
What happened then when we were unaware? That is part of this story.
It includes several pictures.
P/D: This is part of the book entitled: "Tour and Tales" with similar articles. It is not a guide for the place, it does not say anything like that in the description; but places the author visited with short stories.
