Another day of corn and soybeans, and another state.
Nice day, nice weather, nice ride, but I wasn't actually there for
it.
Kansas: corn, wheat, no hills.
Illinois: corn, soybeans, no hills.
Indiana: see Illinois.
The big excitement was getting things thrown at us from passing cars.
This hasn't happened to us in 2600 miles across the US, but it
happened as soon as we crossed into Indiana. Someone threw a plastic
bottle at Dan, hit him in the face, and knocked him off his bike.
Someone took the orange cone that marks the unmanned water stop, and
threw it at Andy, hitting him in the arm. These guys obviously have
some practice at throwing things out of car windows. Someone threw a
newspaper at Brantley, but missed. Welcome to Indiana. (In fairness,
all of these events were in the town of Hillsboro, and at least two of
them seemed to involve the same perpetrators.)
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