For the past two years, friends of ours have invited us for Thanksgiving up to a house they have in the Poconos mountains, up above Bushkill, PA. Each year Mrs. BreadMan has left a day earlier than me, so I've followed on the bike. It's rather a torturous ride of about 240 miles, with no real redeeming qualities, but so be it.
This year the weather as I departed was absolutely stunning. It was 65F, and so warm that I had to stop and switch into vented gloves. It might have also had something to do with the fact that traffic was moving at 5mph. I saw a lot of brake lights as 1/2 the population of DC headed out of town.
After about an hour of riding, and having covered only 30 miles, traffic finally began to clear out, and me and a GSXR began zipping through the little traffic that was left.