Was that me that you passed on the road? Perhaps

I left Indiana, PA after 3:00 because I had to take my last class.
I had already loaded the bike and recovered it with the bike cover I had borrowed from Dad. My riding boots (which don't walk very well since the nails are wearing up through the heels) were stashed under the bike. So as soon as I reached the bike, rolled up the cover, switched my sneakers for boots, and put on my jacket and VRCC vest I took off.
I landed right into 3:00 Thursday traffic all the way to Greensburg, PA.
I was actually trying to head on Hwy 22 straight through Pitt to I-79, to 119, to I77 and south to NC. Somehow I managed to wind up on 30 in Greensburg. And then I hopped on I76 because it said it was heading west. I did mention the toll road. It didn't mention that its version of west took me almost straight north toward Lake Eerie. I stopped for gas after the pkwy ended. It was hitting rush hour in Pitt, so going back through and trying again didn't sound like a good plan.
A local suggested I just go onto Ohio on 76 then hang a left on I-77.
That should work.
He made it sound like I77 was near the Ohio border.
In actuality I-77 is closer to Cleveland. It is 70 miles from the PA border, and then 140 miles from the WV border.
It became dark somewhere after Akron, Ohio.
Since the road barrels kept crowding into the dark road I pulled over about 9:30 and grabbed a Best Western room for the night near Big Muskie Bucket State Park somewhere in Ohio. I think that after 300 miles I was further North than when I started out from Indiana PA.
But I was on I-77.
So this morning I grabbed breakfast at a truck stop at 6:00am and hit the road. Foggy, but pretty. Nice warm day.
I didn't hit traffic until almost Charleston, WV.
I didn't hit the southern heatwave until almost Moorseville, NC.

So, I managed to leave PA and go through the outskirts of Cleveland to reach NC, but I did make it home safely.

I waved at a ton of bikers today. All the way down I-77 the North bound lane was littered with Gold wings and HD touring bikes running in small packs. Most of them had luggage strapped down across the fender or pillion seat. I don't know what was going on back to the North, but something motorcycle related must have been happening up there somewhere. I didn't try to find out.

I just headed home.

It is funny how new home looks when you've been away for 12 weeks.