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slipjig3Oh, Americade, how I loathe you so.
For those not familiar, Americade is a huge weeklong annual touring motorcycle rally based in Lake George. The word "huge" is not hyperbole: for the space of a few days around the closing weekend of the event, the population of Lake George grows from around 900 to 50,000. If you're a biker, it's an absolute blast, what with the gorgeous scenery to ride through, the scads of like-minded people to ride and hang out with, and the local merchants and civic groups that really do bend over backward to make you feel welcome. And if you're a merchant, it goes without saying that you can make months' worth of profit in the space of a few days. Win-win for all involved.
For everyone else, though? Not so much. Take me, for instance. I don't ride a motorcycle. I don't own a business. And although I'm in Glens Falls, a good 15 minute drive from Lake George (and by the way, if you're ever tempted to drive through Lake George on Americade weekend...just don't), Lake George and Glens Falls are connected by New York State Route 9, which contains the majority of the area's fast food restaurants, grocery stores and gas stations, in addition to providing the path to points south of here.
When Route 9 passes through Glens Falls? It's called Glen Street. As in, the street I live on. The one that's about 12 yards behind me through the window as I type this. Yeah, you can see the problem here. It's kind of special.
Don't get me wrong, the Americade participants are seldom anything but as nice as can be, and the event, as I said, truly is a blast. But, well, they're on motorcycles. Lots and lots and lots of motorcycles. Which means that from sun-up 'til at least two in the morning for a solid week, we're treated to the sort of constant rumble-and-drone that one would normally only hear in places with the word "speedway" appended to their names, because as we're rapidly discovering, the windows in this apartment are distressingly short on soundproofing. And we haven't even gotten to the big weekend yet. Is it too late to flee town for the duration?
Oh, and apparently the neighbors thought it wasn't special enough, because they've just started up the weed whacker. Oh, bliss.
For those not familiar, Americade is a huge weeklong annual touring motorcycle rally based in Lake George. The word "huge" is not hyperbole: for the space of a few days around the closing weekend of the event, the population of Lake George grows from around 900 to 50,000. If you're a biker, it's an absolute blast, what with the gorgeous scenery to ride through, the scads of like-minded people to ride and hang out with, and the local merchants and civic groups that really do bend over backward to make you feel welcome. And if you're a merchant, it goes without saying that you can make months' worth of profit in the space of a few days. Win-win for all involved.
For everyone else, though? Not so much. Take me, for instance. I don't ride a motorcycle. I don't own a business. And although I'm in Glens Falls, a good 15 minute drive from Lake George (and by the way, if you're ever tempted to drive through Lake George on Americade weekend...just don't), Lake George and Glens Falls are connected by New York State Route 9, which contains the majority of the area's fast food restaurants, grocery stores and gas stations, in addition to providing the path to points south of here.
When Route 9 passes through Glens Falls? It's called Glen Street. As in, the street I live on. The one that's about 12 yards behind me through the window as I type this. Yeah, you can see the problem here. It's kind of special.
Don't get me wrong, the Americade participants are seldom anything but as nice as can be, and the event, as I said, truly is a blast. But, well, they're on motorcycles. Lots and lots and lots of motorcycles. Which means that from sun-up 'til at least two in the morning for a solid week, we're treated to the sort of constant rumble-and-drone that one would normally only hear in places with the word "speedway" appended to their names, because as we're rapidly discovering, the windows in this apartment are distressingly short on soundproofing. And we haven't even gotten to the big weekend yet. Is it too late to flee town for the duration?
Oh, and apparently the neighbors thought it wasn't special enough, because they've just started up the weed whacker. Oh, bliss.
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Don't worry they'll be gone in a couple of days
Date: 2010-06-10 06:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-06-10 08:56 pm (UTC)