Photos from top to bottom: bridge to Gasport; how Gasport got its name; you can get there from here!; looking across the bridge into Middleport where the antique car show was going on; and the bridge into Middleport.

We hit Gasport at mile 7.04.

Four miles or so down the road we chanced upon a classic car show in the town of Middleport—Mustangs, Corvettes, very old Fords, and on and on. As we walked along Main Street admiring the cars, we were asked if we would mind putting our bikes in the firehouse. It was feared one of the bikes could fall over (we were putting down the kick stands and walking away) and damage one of the cars. Good thought, and while we were in the firehouse it was a good chance to use the facilities.

Suddenly, there was the roar as a huge dump truck came barreling over the bridge straight at the flimsy barricade guarding the classic cars. I won’t repeat some of the things that were shouted as the truck, going full throttle, laid on the horn and hung a sharp left and roared out of town. Must have been a local boy showing off. When the paralysis wore off ☺ someone stepped forward and moved the barricades farther away from the bridge, giving the next truck more room.

There is a Family Hair Care business in town called The Clip Joint. (I thought that was clever.)