Thursday, July 3, 2008
Day 33, Quincy, IL, 86 miles. East of the Mississippi.
It had to happen eventually. There was no denying it. We couldn’t avoid it. We couldn’t wait it out. We couldn’t out run it. It was raining. Really raining, not a drizzle, not a spritz, real rain. In spite of our rain jackets, rain pants, and silly little helmet covers, we got wet. Rain clothes are always a crap shoot: you can not wear them and get soaked by the rain, or you can wear them, get overheated, and get soaked in sweat. You can simulate the experience by wrapping your legs in saran wrap, putting a Glad Hefty leaf bag over your torso, running around the house until you work up a good sweat, and then jump into the shower with the nozzle set on cold and “pummel.” Then try to read the time on your watch. (That simulates trying to follow your odom eter so that you don’t miss a turn.) Sound like fun? Stay there for 15 minutes. I got used to the after a few hours (at which point it curiously stopped). I never got used to the hills. They were unrelenting.
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First of all, Shriners are Free Masons. They are the highest order of free masonry. On the service side, they are known for the Shriners' Childrens' hospitals but I'm sure that funding comes from free masonry in general. I admire that even though you know I'm a Roman Catholic. Despite the colorful story, I'm glad that ABB took you accross the Mississippi by van. That allayed my fears. At least you didn't have to go far off-track. And, despite your bad weather over the past 2 days, you've had remarkably good weather compared to most of the rest of the country. Bro
Hi Tom,
Happyy 4th of July!!Bet you will see lots of flags waving in your travels. Hopefully the next major rain encounter you have will be when you are comfortably in your motel room or on one of your see the country via Walmart stops.
Jean
Hey Dad!
I am sitting at the rescue squad and decided to read all the blogs that I missed, needless to say it took a while but it was quite entertaining. It is definetly a much different experience reading about your rides than talking to you on the phone about it. Happy fourth of July! It is amaxing to me how far you have gone and how soon you will be home! I am looking foward to having the bachalor
ahhh it cut me off.... Anyway, I am looking foward to the bachalor pad once again housing two people! I really want to come down to NH for the end of the ride, but am still trying to figure out how to get down there ( I may just drive myself). We havent had any calls yet( at least since I got here), but the night is still young!
Love ya lots,
Matt
oooo just a funy little thought, every one at the rescue squad keeps saying that we are going to have to bring the rescue truck up to NH to detach you from the seat of the bike!
Love ya,
Matt
Read it! (you silly, silly man) Perhaps you have missed your calling, you weave quite a tale!
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