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Published: June 22nd 2018
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After my Soth African glove debacle I went to my purveyor of fine water proof motorcycle glove and handed the very expensive top of the line gloves back and got another pair from another maker of top notch motorcycle paraphernalia.
Good one me I thought, now I won’t have to endure the entire width of the US with wet hands, so far so because as uup and until yesterday no rain.
Well sooner or later it had to happen, sooner or later was to day, the day started with fog and a drizzle so I got my new gloves out and somehow the right hand glove’s liner had come unstuck so that neither my thumb nor my pinkie got into their respective holes.
May the people who in the name of profit send everything to be made by child labour in third world countries get their private parts infested by the fleas of a thousand camels and that their arms then will shrink so they can’t scratch. Intercourse them all!!!!!
So I left Sundance and headed east, as the mountains disappeared the wind started to blow, the flat pancakesque land landscape offered no shelter,
It was
a Patagonian gale and just as in Patagonia I leaned into the wind and cursed.
I went from Sundance to Watertown, six and then some hundred km east, and it was warm as well.
Like siting in front of an angry hot air vent.
When I stopped to get petrol I lubed my chain and as I was sitting on the bike with the gears in neutral with my feet on the ground the wind started to push me backwards.
That wind did wonders for my fuel consumtion. Not.
It’s amazing that people don’t get mad out in this nothingness that the prairie is, In South Dakota there were hardly any trees, nothing to take pics of so, nothing just flat and dry.
A guy asked me how i could ride in this shit weather, he would stay indoors until Monday.
There was no one out side, just couple of farmers and for the rest zip, zilch, nada.
People in petrol stations buying ice and cold drinks, and me.
In Minnesota it got a little better, copses of trees here and the and silos and grain elevators everywhere.
Some road
kills of, many to me unknown beast, maybe marmots, the looked a bit like guinea pigs on steroids, prairie dogs, a racoon.
The rain stopped and I went into Iowa and out of Iowa and just now I’m in Prairie du Chien.
Very few pics but there was nothing to take pics of, a measly cellphone pic of nothing ness can’t give credit to the bleakness and boredom of riding across the prairie.
Another long day later I arrived in South Bend Indiana after a long haul through some megapolis urbanisation.
Suddenly there were cars and houses everywhere and least but not last traffic lights an inordinate amount of traffic lights and most of them turned re as I got closer, Haven’t they heard about the green wave?
And then I passed a time zone and lost an hour so instead of getting to South Bend early, I arrived late.
John my travelling mate from last years wet and cold stint to Alaska lives in South Bend, that’s why.
So I got to John house and bless his heart, he had a cold beer in his hand, just what I needed.
So
we hung out and reminisced about our trip together, a spot of food and a beer or two later I was fast asleep.
Hope fully we’ll meet up again, not on the prairie though and especially not in South Dakota.
I left John's place and headed north, toward NY and home.
Lots of traffic and the big lorries don’t give a shit, I don’t go very fast and keep on being passed by the massive big 18-wheelers, I spent some time on the motorway just so that I could get a move on.
Back roads are fun but they take forever and once you’ve seen Bumfuck, in South Dakota and ditto in Illinois and Wisconsin and Indiana, you seen them all.
So now I’m at the border between Ohio and Pennsylvania , dinner has been eaten and I brown bagged a beer from the petrol station.
Today, Thursday, was a very good day of riding, nice cool weather thanks to Lake Eire and a crystalline sky so thus awarded by Dog I set forth to the Niagara Falls on back roads when ever possible.
The falls were nice but if I’d have to
chose I’d go for either Vic falls or Iguazu, it’s a bit wilder and they are more in your face, most probably because those countries are not infested with lawyers who want to sue everybody’s arse off, some fat yank might get wet and the sue someone for a zillion dollars.
Oh the coffee was hot, let’s sue them for a hundred million bucks, can you imagine what would happen if somebody slipped on a wet rock or gangway .
The US symbols is an eagle, so there’s Eagle this and Eagle that, eagles are light and don’t weigh very much and looking at many Americans maybe the should change their national symbol into a hog.
We’re living in the year 2018 when everybody knows that obesity is dangerous and they don’t seem to care at all.
I shudder when I see Mama Fat and Papa Fat and their fat kids wallowing down the street dinking, with a straw of course because they can’t drink in normal fashion, soft drinks, or sundaes or what ever as long as it’s sweet.
There was kid, girl, about 12 or so , in the breakfast room this morning
and I kid you not, she weighs more than I do.
Donald Trump likes aggression and to threat nations with nuclear shit and trade wars, he should threat the whole food industry with black balling unless they start to remove at least 50 % of the sugar and fat in food.
Rant over!
Well I’m getting to the end of this trip mainly due to the lack of planning everything down to the last minute, so I’rode around New York State for a couple of days, quite nice and not very flat at all, actually most enjoyable.
The weather Gods were not, as the Glove Gods, against me, wow!
I’m going to leave my bike with another kind soul and come back later and do the east coast of the US all the way up to Maine and maybe a Newfoundland.
That’s all folks!
Now that fat lady can sing.
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