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Another day, another century. If you recall, Kansas had corn, wheat, and no hills. Illinois has corn, soybeans, and no hills. I wonder what Indiana's like. Today's big excitement: Jon (one of the new riders we picked up in St. Joe) took a bad fall just before the first sag stop. He banged up both elbows, one knee, and his back. He also managed to bend his handlebars at a 45 degree angle. Judicious use of force got it more or less back into alignment, but it's still in sad shape. After getting bandaged up (with duct tape to hold the bandage in place), he decided to continue riding, to avoid stiffening up, and rode another 45 miles before finally calling it quits. We didn't stop for lunch, so the second half of the trip is a big blur. For once, our hotel is near the center of town - about half a mile from the state capitol building. Of course, Andy and I never got further from the hotel than the bar next door. Y'see, Phil's Bar & Grill has Bass on tap. Andy usually drinks whatever, but Bass is brewed 7 miles from his parents' house. We went over for lunch, stayed a bit, came back for dinner, stayed a bit longer. Joe entertained us with his mad karaoke skillz. I met Jennifer, the bartender/night manager and a total babe. Sadly, being Friday night in a popular bar, there wasn't a lot of opportunity to talk, but we did what we could. |
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