Even though Pennsylvania and New York state have hundreds of miles of scenic byways, there was not a quiet biker friendly country road void off motorists, for the next 150-miles, to connect Oxford to New York City. I needed some expert advice, and found it at a bicycle shop in Downingtown, PA. Ken, part owner of the Downington bicycle shop, enthusiastically went to work for me, calling some of his contacts and "Googling" the information highway for maps, but in the end concluded that there wasn't an easy way to get there on a bicycle, in a one or two-day ride. Resigned with the idea of taking it day-by-day, I bought a rain jacket and a pair of cycling booties in preparation for the upcoming rain days, and received a generous sponsorship boost from the Downingtown Bicycle shop. It was a nice ride back home, through Amish farmlands, to Oxford, PA, where mushroom farming is steadily on the rise and being cultivated, mostly for culinary purposes.
With limited time, and a dreary weather forecast for the next several days, I was running out of options on how to get to the Big Apple, and across the Hudson, in a timely manner. Ultimately it was Leslie who solved my problem, by offering to drive me into New York City, as long as she would be back by 3:00 pm the next day to pick up Avi from kindergarten. By nightfall we packed the car, and around 10:00 o'clock turned the corner, towards the turnpike, the Holland tunnel and Manhattan, where we arrived a little after one in the morning, at cousin David's cozy apartment.