We started off in nice, warm weather just like the days before. Roofs down, moods up, everybody lining up for the great convoy from the hotel in Secaucus, NJ, and down to Lincoln Tunnel, and after that over to Manhattan. Just 15 minutes before take off, the sky fell down on us. It rained so heavy that I got wet through the closed window on the drivers side, even though the car was (conveniently) placed under the lobby roof.

But the show must go on, and as the police cars lit up their christmas decorations and the whole pack started moving, my US mobile started to make a terrible noise. Turned out they had issued a flood warning for the area due to the heavy rains. Nevertheless, we got moving. Luckily, the temperature is so high, it doesn’t really matter that you get a little bit wet. I had to squeeze out water from my t shirt every time we stopped, but it is part of the experience, right?

As we had done Manhattan twice in the 2CV the day before and didn’t really fancy riding the clutch pedal for a couple of hours in New York rush traffic we decided to head south to the first attraction along the route – the Thomas Edison memorial center in Edison, NJ. A bit sad that they were closed on Mondays, but a local came over and gave us a brief resume of the local history. Gotta love those Americans!

As we progressed over the Pennsylvania State border (fantastic bridge, btw) we stopped for lunch. We had not even got out of the car yet before a man came running over to talk to us. He presented himself as David, and he knew a lot about old Citroëns, although he had never seen a 2CV in real life. Boy, was he happy. Even happier when he got a look under the bonnet to see the little engine. We had a nice talk for almost 20 minutes, before we could get to our pizza. It is so nice to make other people’s day just by showing up, and the people here are so friendly and interested and open.

Just as we were turning left into Broad Street in Philadelphia, we got pulled over by a man with a bicycle with a Lincoln Highway sign on the tray. He was a local historian, who told us everything that is to know about the LH route through Philadelphia, and gave us some special advice on a few turns, just to be sure to have the tires touching every available inch of the original road.

Arrived at a nice hotel, big spacious room as they are over here, and we really wanted to cool down with a cold beer. Easier said than done! Tried the grocery store. No alcohol there. Went over to the liquor store. Just wine and rum. They sent us to the gas station. Nothing there. No bar at the hotel either. Finally, we found a food mall bigger than IKEA back home, and they had a special corner with special counters where you could get your cans of beer. I am used to age checking in Norway (at least when I was 18), but I was a little bit surprised when he asked for my driver’s licence. My beard alone says 30.. ;-) But even that was not good enough proof for him that I was allowed to buy a can of beer in the land of freedom. Luckily I had my passport as well. He called the store manager, that approved my purchase of a 89 cent box of gold. Talk about tourist experience!

Long day, time for bed. Another 200 miles to go tomorrow.