Tony with his rain gear on, ready to go. It was still dark and raining.
Last night I slept well (yeah at the Super 8). The sheets were clean, the bathroom clean and the water hot (well, until someone flushed the toilet then I was doing the Indian dance because of the sudden rush of cold water). I just didn't breath the rust from the ac unit. I was awaken, not by the Harley guys next door but by the pitter patter of rain drops. I thought, "hope the fellas are up to it cause we gotta roll." I went by their room at 0618 and they were ready to go. We hit I-80 West and headed out in the pouring rain. It rained on us for over an hour and watch out for those tar snakes, they are slippery as snot. The sun came out after that and we started to dry off by our first gas stop, 139 miles.
All of these are Jesse's bikes. He has six and Theresa one.
The RT didn't require any gas at this stop as she gets close to 300 miles to a tank. We headed out to Bob Evans for a hearty breakfast. We exchanged stories from previous bike trips and laughed at Robs story. During the down pour he was wondering why his legs were getting wet. I also had some dampness in my crotch area. The joe rockets are about 8 years old so its about time for a replacement (not in the budget). But Rob had left the vents opened on his pants. I can't laugh because I had the vents opened on my jacket and my arms got a little wet. We were greeted by Kathi (with an i) and LuAnn. Must be an Ohio thing. Also Sue, with 32 years of serve at Bob Evans stopped by our table to serve water.
All of them couldn't fit in one photo.
32 years, wow! After we left Bob Evans, we were in the wind. The sun was shining and the road was dry. I set the cruise, cranked up the XM and kicked back. The only thing missing were a set of foot pegs. Maybe next year. If I spend any more money on the RT, my wife will kill me. The ride was long and traffic was killer once we reached Chicago. Total mileage was 449 miles today. I had a chance to shower and put on fresh clothes. I wanted to clean the bike. Its really dirty from the rain but I was tired and wanted not parts of the RT. "T" aka Theresa aka RT Girl (she rides a BMW also) had Famous Daves come to the house and catered a NOB Q. The food was excellent.
The white and blue BMW is his latest. He sent his wife to Italy and he bought a bike. I don't think she was happy.
A lot of bikers showed up, some without their bikes. Phil from Alabama and Erskine from Kentucky will be joining us on the journey. They rolled in about 7pm. Q (Honda CBR600) and name forgotten (Honda Shadow) will be riding us out of town in the morning but not making the trip. Dave (Suzuki V-Strom) stopped by but can't get out of town. So most of the night we showed off our new bike accessories, told lies and reminisced about past trips. We have been taking these trips since 2001 and there are a lot of stories. Good and bad. Well after two Stellas, one Red Strip and a night cap, I am going to crash.