In 1967 I drove through Locust Valley on a motorcycle. Beautiful rolling hills and small towns. I remember too the scary coal truck traffic on those narrow side roads and the poorly repaired and maintained roads themselves (a much worse problem for motorcyclists than it is for cars). I stopped in Allentown for dinner at a small old style diner where I had the best pot roast of my life. I was killing a little time since I was planning on driving through New York City after midnight to avoid the worst of the traffic.