|The Marvelous Moto-Cruise|
2: The Hudson was spectacular: cobalt skies, golden marshes, lime-green hillsides.
By Capt. Bill Pike — February 2001
dinner at the River Street Café in Troy?” Mallory yelled.
Sally and I piled into the rumble seat, and B.J. hit the gas. The drive
south instantly validated the whole moto-cruise idea. Without the Plymouth
we’d have had to wait for a cab or settle for far less than a truly
great restaurant. Moreover, Sally and I would have missed rumble-seating
down the interstate, an experience roughly akin to riding in the cockpit
of a throttled-out Gold Cup mahogany racer. And B.J. would have missed
the boost she got from blasting past slow pokes. The cornmeal-crusted
red grouper at the Café was excellent.
This article originally appeared in the January 2003 issue of Power & Motoryacht magazine.