Long day

I left Chicago a bit later than I should have.  And I forgot about the time zone change.  And I took a route not recommended by Mr. GPS.  So at 9:00pm after having driving 500 miles, I wind up in western Pennsyltucky with no hotels in sight, the sun has gone down, it's now about 55F and I'm freezing and hungry.  I stop at the first 'major' town, and my GPS lied about one motel and the second one had no lights on or people/cars nearby.  I flip on the fog lights and tail another car into the wilderness - at Yellowstone I was straining my neck to see wildlife; now I'm praying I don't see any (cross the road in front of my bike).  GPS will tell me of any motels nearby...except out here where there aren't any.  I figure the more East I keep riding, the closer I'll be to tomorrow night's destination and hopefully I'll find anything.   Luckily I wind upon Warren, PA and find a nice Holiday Inn.  It was just about 10pm and I've just ridden 530 miles.  I still haven't figured out how to make 1,000 miles in 24 hours.