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The Quest to Get the ST1100, part 3 I spent the entire day on the interstate on day 3. Ohio turnpike to Indiana turnpike to the Chicago Skyway, to the Kennedy, to the Northwest Tollway, through Janesville, Madison and on home. Clearly it allowed me the most miles in the fewest hours of the trip. Describing the states I crossed would be pretty easy. If I had to characterize Ohio in one word, it would be
wet. It was wet basically from just west of Cleveland to the state
line. If I had another word, it would be cold. If you were really generous
and gave me a third word, it would be windy. So basically I rode across
the state of Ohio in a cold (45 degrees), windy, rain. It was so cold that
even the heated grips wouldn't keep up. My fingers (even with my wisely
packed Ex-Treme winter gloves) still froze to the bone. The wind gusted so hard
that at times my butt was counter-weighting the lean necessary to keep it
going straight. The ST wasn't as rock
solid as I wanted it to be, but oh well, it did fine. What I mean by
that is that it felt as if the right gust of wind could blow the thing
right out from under me. The only real problem I had was with the darn toll booths. I have never figured out a way to drop 50 cents into a bucket quickly when riding a motorcycle. I always have to stop, pull of a glove and dig a little bit in the tank-bag. Perhaps one day, I'll figure out a better way. Illinois and Wisconsin were basically uneventful and I met my family at a restaurant in LaCrosse. Other than the obligatory (and much enjoyed) giving of rides to all of my children, the day and the trip were over. As I rode into western Wisconsin, I thought about the entire trip and all of the things I had seen, especially the scenery in New York. When I looked around, I again realized that I live in a beautiful part of the country with great roads. As the 1000 foot bluff that guards the Mississippi came into view, the majesty of the area hit me once again. A great trip, on a great bike, but home's as good a place as any. |