66.06 miles (Total: 907.96) Average Speed: 11.2mph Max Speed: 33mph
We woke inside the winery to an amazing breakfast from Donny. He had gotten up around 5am to make us everything from scratch. Once we were packed up an ready to leave we each left him $10 for the hospitality and said our goodbyes. We knew today was simply a case of getting the miles done to edge our way across the map. The destination was simply a motel at an intersection, not exciting but sometimes these kind of days are required, similar to the ride to Dalesville.
Map checking
The scenery since leaving the mountains has steadily turned to cornfields. The ACA group caught up with us for a while but they weren’t going as far as us so we pressed on through a fairly cool and cloudy day to make it to the motel which is right next to Abraham Lincolns birthplace. The miles seemed easy and in a few days we should be into Illinois.
Longhorn
The Cruise Inn motel was probably the shadiest looking place i’ve seen, a guy in ripped jeans and boots in and old rusted pickup got out to show us the rooms. We then had to go next door to the store to book the room. Can’t complain at only $11 each but it smelt pretty foisty. Terry stayed in the motel whilst me, Joe and Cooper walked to an italian restaurent down the road for food, I almost managed to get a chicken parmo but it then turned out they had stopped doing them. We walked back to the motel expecting to get rained on as flashes of lightening went off in the distance but we stayed dry then headed to bed.
Redneck who owned the motel filling up his truck before throwing a lit cigarette on the floor.
Joe aka Captain America aka Team USA or my favourite, Josephine. Also note the leftover wine bottle he rolled with from the previous night.
We woke inside the winery to a breakfast Donny had been up since five to build from scratch. Once we were packed we left him ten dollars apiece for a night that money couldn’t really cover, and said our goodbyes. Today wasn’t going to be memorable in itself — just a matter of putting away miles to edge the map further west, ending at a motel parked at an intersection with nothing much to recommend it beyond existing. Some days on tour are exactly this, plain and necessary, the way the ride into Dalesville had been.
Map checking
The mountains had given way for good now, replaced by cornfields stretching out flat and easy. The ACA group caught back up with us for a stretch before splitting off — they weren’t going as far today — and we pressed on through cool, cloudy weather that made the miles feel almost generous, ending up at a motel next door to Abraham Lincoln’s birthplace. A few more days like this and we’d be into Illinois.
Longhorn
The Cruise Inn was the shadiest-looking place I’d stayed yet — a guy in ripped jeans and boots climbed out of a rusted pickup to show us the rooms, then sent us next door to the store to actually pay for one. Eleven dollars each wasn’t much to complain about, even if the room itself smelled distinctly foisty. Terry called it a night in, while Joe, Cooper and I walked to an Italian place down the road, where I had my heart set on a chicken parmo before finding out they’d quietly stopped making them. We walked back braced for the lightning flickering in the distance to catch up with us, but it never did, and we went to bed dry.
Redneck who owned the motel filling up his truck before throwing a lit cigarette on the floor.
Joe aka Captain America aka Team USA or my favourite, Josephine. Also note the leftover wine bottle he rolled with from the previous night.
1 comment from 2010
Lovin' Joes cycling refreshments! As if you even found somewhere that knew what a parmo was! x