Ok here’s the continuation…no wait…it’s more like the way George Lucas did it with Star Wars…I’m actually going backwards to go forward. Anyway this is the original part of part 1. Does that make any sense? Probably not but maybe if you read on it will.…I can’t believe we’re not to Rochester yet. We’re close. There goes Harris. They make a bunch of stuff for the government. Radios and communication basically. I worked there a few times with Randy (Ritskes-for those of you that didn’t know we used to work together, fight, argue, laugh, joke, and basically make life interesting for all the other employees of Upwards Installations). It was one of the better places we had to put furniture in. It’s my understanding that it was at one time a Ford assembly building. I’ll tell ya when you look at some of the post and beam construction in the place you can tell it’s been there for a while.
There’s really good ‘Que joint down the road. Sticky Lips.
Sticky Lips Pit BBQ
Now I don’t think it’s quite as good as Dinosaur but it’s damned fine for Upstate. The atmosphere is wicked cool with a lot of vintage signs, a kicked back attitude that seems kind of odd in that part of Rochester. The food was good, at least the pulled pork…something that I think you should have each and everytime you go to a Que joint the first time because to me it really is the only way to tell if they know what they are doing in the pit. And I’m here to tell you, the scenery was not too shabby either. Remember me saying that sex sells? The servers there are as sexy as the ‘Sticky Chick’ on the sign and they know their product. One of these days if Biggie ever gets his ass back up here, I’m draggin’ it right down there. Hell, maybe we’ll do a Que sampling and drive across town to the Rochester store for Dinosaur, then drive down 104 to another joint I’ve never been too. Can’t remember the name of it right now, but it’s just a shack, and it’s been my experience that the darker, dingier and more secluded the building, the more succulent, flavorful and impressive the Que is.
Ok so on with the story because if I don’t stop now, I’ll fill up four pages just talking about how much I love real pit BBQ. So I spent time shootin the shit with the guy next to me. Small world this big blue ball is.
To get on a train in The ‘Cuse and end up sitting next to a guy from Ft. Wayne, IN who digs the blues like I do and actually knows a little bit about open wheel racing seems like more than a passing coincidence.
For those, (and I have to believe it’s most of you), that aren’t regular readers of this blog/diary/roadtrippin journal-I spent a whole lot of time in Ft. Wayne, IN while growing up. I have many fond memories of this Mid Eastern Indiana town named after Revolutionary War hero “Mad” Anthony Wayne.
It’s cool I shot the shit with him bout Upstate long enough to get through ‘Chester now and we’re almost to BuffMElow or Buffalinios as Taylor J. calls it. I’m not a huge fan of Buffalo, but it’s cool we’re nearly there. So, of course I had to talk to him about supermodifieds and I showed him some speedmeetsart.com art I had with me and he was diggin on them. Said he’d been to Anderson to watch a race or two but it was stock cars. I poured another drink and kicked it.
Normally I hate sharing a seat with anyone, especially when I’m on aisle, but I don’t mind sucking it up this time. The Big Black Mama( remember I am an equal oppourtunity offender and am rarely politically correct so if you don’t like it, move on down the road), keeps banging down the aisle telling everyone at each stop that it’s going to be a full train with assigned seats. I sure did try to cop a seat alone but she caught me. I guess Amtrak is finally starting to get their crap together. What’s next? Security screening? Hmmm…now i forgot where I was headed with this…
Oh yeah, guy from the Fort. He likes Jim Beam and was in the City for an Allman Bros. concert. It was their 40th Anniversary show.
That’s a band I’ve always really liked. He told me a lot about the show and then explained how he rode motorcycles and how he’d like to roadtrip back to Upstate on his cycle. So I started to tell him how awesome the Hudson Valley is and that he should try to come in the fall and go through the Catskills. Seems like he thought it was cool. But now he’s dosed off and we have to be getting close to Erie.
I’ve polished off my flask of Schnapps(I didn’t have any Beam at the house when I left-so this swill will have to do), and I sure want some bourbon as I sit here and write. I want to get out the laptop and blog this. Thing is, I’m on the freakin aisle and the outlet is on the wall and this old thinkpad with a bad screen, zero battery and 128 mb of ram ain’t gonna get the job done right now from where I’m at. I guess I could dig it out anyway and take off to the lunge car,( oh yeah, that’s a misnomer if there ever was-if you’ve never been on this ride-lounge does not refer to a place with cool cocktails and a great barmaid, it ain’t no club folks, it’s more like your elementary school dining hall), and write it up-or not. I think I’ll just sit here and write it down in hard copy like the old days for now. Pen to paper as I groove on some Seether.
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