Saturday, August 26, 2017

Illinois

The bike is parked for the night and I find myself tipping back a few cool ones. I'm  just waiting for my stomach to growl and tell me it's time to walk over to the sports bar and find some grub.
I put over six hundred miles behind me and except for the heat and some closed rest stops I suppose today went fine. I kept up an Iron Butt pace and could have been home this evening but my ass would have been hurtin. I just didn't see the point in pushing it and now that the eclipse has passed,  motel rates are back to normal. I say that because on the way down I stopped in Paducah and paid double the normal rate. Bastards.
I have no words of wisdom or deeps thoughts to share. In fact I didn't think about much of anything today. I just rode, observed my surroundings and monitored the fuel gauge. No complaints.
There's the growl I've been waiting for.

Later.

2 comments:

  1. How did the "Crazy Bobs" seat pad work for you?

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  2. I used just the honeycomb gel pad with decent results. Not great but better.

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