"T" made these cool posters for our trip.
Last night I had a good nights sleep in my private room at La Casa Patton. I was awaken by the aroma of breakfast. Bacon, eggs, sausage, biscuits, grits and coffee. "T", the hostess with the mostess hooked us up. After breakfast we geared up and hung out in the driveway waiting for everyone to get themselves together. After we said a prayer to bless the bikes, the ride, the cars around us, the animals to stay out of the road and to watch over our families while we're on the road, we took our group photo. We were about 45 minutes behind schedule but they say you can't be in a rush riding a motorcycle. We road up Hwy 20 from Barrington, IL to Sioux city. I swear, I saw corn field the entire 400 plus miles.
The parting gift. Cleaner for our bikes. Tony was always borrowing our spray. Now he has his own.
We need to get busy turning corn into fuel because there is plenty of it. Hwy 20 was a welcomed change from the slab (interstate highway) that we had been traveling the past two days. It was good not to have to deal with the dirty air (turbulance from a tractor trailer when you are behind it) from the trucks for a change. There were 9 of us that left the house this morning. After debating over the doppler radar on which way to go to avoid the rain, we ran into rain anyway, only for 10 minutes. About 10 minutes into the ride my check oil light came on. I said, OMG this can't be happening. Fortunately, it was black which means, hey buddy I may need a little oil soon. I figured I would wait until the first gas stop to check it.
Theres Tony, the Harley guy. He has to clean his bike. Everyone else is riding dirty. Like Erskine says, "I rather be leaning than cleaning.
If it was red, that would mean pull over now dip stick my oil is too low. At the first stop the nice clerk gave me a paper funnel and I gave the RT a little oil until we stopped for lunch. Q and Alex rode us out for about 130 miles and left the group. Bert hung on for about 350 miles and stopped as he had to work Sunday. Then there was 6. We pushed through many small towns along Hwy 20. Early, Moviville, Elizabeth and Galena to name a few. Riding through the rolling hills, curves and valleys. The music of chose was XM 71, smooth jazz. That fit the occasion. Then we crossed the mighty Mississippi and we were in Iowa. Along the way I saw the cutest site. Riding through one of the corn fields was a father with his son on a ATV and his daughter beside them on a tiny ATV.
Trying to get it together. Slowly but surely.
What a sight. The only thing that made me cringed was that fact that they were not wearing helmets or any type of protective gear. Today we saw a lot of bikers making the pilgramage west. Many groups, many lone riders and with each one we gave the usual biker salute. Man, what a fraternity to be a part of. The best part of riding is that you don't just drive through but you are a part of the environment. The sights, sounds and smells. Things you wouldn't experience in a cage (car) and boy did I smell some stuff today. I even saw purple cows at the slaughterhouses. Purple cows are cows that are soooo black they look purple. Some of you know what I'm talking about. We had lunch at Culvers, home of the butter burger.
More talk time.
I had the burger with bacon and cheese with fries and a coke. My diet is BLOWN. The RT sat for a while and I could get a good read on the oil level. I put in some more oil and she was happy. Now she was ready to roll. After lunch the chose of music was XM 65 hip hop to keep me from going to sleep. We finally rolled into Sioux City
after about 10 hours on the road. We were a little turned around and couldn't find the hotel for 15 minutes or so. With the help of my wife we found our way though. There were two Harley dudes and a girl behind us at the registration desk who were turned away because the hotel was all booked.
I did some thinking and since JP and I had separate rooms, I decided to hook up with JP and let the Harley people take my room. I kept telling the clerk, make sure to take the room off of my credit card. See, thats that fraternity of bikers looking out for one another. The guys and girl were from Kentucky and on there way to Sturgis. They were very very appreciative and I saved them from having to ride for who knows how long to find a room. We dropped our bags and headed to Outback for steaks. Well as soon as we walked in the restaurant, a biker dude gave us a $25 gift certificate for Outback. Whats the saying, one good deed deserves another. Bikers looking out and not knowing one another. Ben was our waiter and did an outstanding job. Then at the end of the night, the manager of Outback gave us coupons for free appetizers. Yeah, they want us to come back and spend money at their restaurant but its still a good gesture. I'm thinking, man everyone is so nice here, I am hanging out in Iowa. Todays ride ended at 464 miles.