one hundred eighty eight



NIGHT AT THE RACES


I reached Chicago Friday afternoon. I slept in a real bed and used inside plumbing at an old friends home. John and Debbie are old friends from Ohio and Phoenix. 

My bike needed some new parts in Omaha. The trip across Iowa was a learning experience because if the truly bad riding conditions. Not one road had a paved shoulder except for I-80 which restricts bicycles. 

A week ago Friday I had a great night at the local mud track car race. I was searching for a restaurant which had closed when I ran into a young farmer who offered me water. 

I asked about the race cars in tow I had seen throughout the day. He said there was a race in the next town 25 miles away. Then he asked if I wanted to go, this was the second time this exact thing happened. 

I camped most of Iowa and Illinois, only one rainy night and one awful day of headwinds. This is absolutely beautiful farm country. I’m glad so many of you are following my blog, I feel like I'm not so alone. Thanks to everyone who posted a comment, keep it up.

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