my friend Ted's new band! They work out of Southern Illinois and the St Louis Area. They really rock
Illinois Vietnam War Memorial, Oak Ridge Cemetery, Spfld, IL.
Illinois Korean War Memorial, Oak Ridge Cemetery, Spfld, IL.
Ride along the Illinois River on HWY 10 near Tahlequah, Oklahoma
Ride along the Illinois River on HWY 10 near Tahlequah, Oklahoma
Ride along the Illinois River on HWY 10 near Tahlequah, Oklahoma
Ride along the Illinois River on HWY 10 near Tahlequah, Oklahoma
Ride along the Illinois River on HWY 10 near Tahlequah, Oklahoma
Well, it has been a while since I posted anything. Now I would like to comment on a Moron whom I know very well. This moron decided to ride from Minneapolis to Kalamazoo, Michigan to visit is family. It was to be his first real distance ride and he was very excited, all be it a bit naive about the demands such a ride would make.
So, one cool July morning...yes, I said cool July morning- so cool that an hour into is ride he pulls over and demands to know what the fronk is going on!?!? It's July for crying out loud! All this as he puts on his heavy leather jacket and cold weather gloves. Wrapping a scarf around his neck and over his nose and mouth he once again sets out on this journey...One cool July Morning at about 5 AM. Headed through Wisconsin to the upper penninsula of Michigan and then down to Southern Michigan. He rides alone, as he likes it...sort of; there are very few cars on the road at this time of on a Sunday. The miles roll by and the odd small town signs demand mental comment so that little voice that lives in our heads "helps". signs like:
WE HAVE GIANT LEECHES...hummm, sounds painful and why would you want everyone to know?
FREE GAS WITH EACH PURCHASE OF A BURRITO...Well, duh!
STOP HERE FOR INFORMATION... Cool! I would like to know where to find the perfect woman? what is the secret of life? (I asked at the McDonalds but they didn't know- stupid sign!)
HAVE YOU GOT HEMORRHOIDS?... Not now but by the end of this ride I might. Why do you need to know-got leeches?
So I should mention that our valiant moron went on this journey without any music or his ipod...if you have ever gone that long without talking or music you know what was going through his mind..EVERYTHING! and very little starts to make sense after the first 2 hours.
I could write much more- details on how things change from Wisconsin to Michigan but they don't so I would have very little to say on that. I could expound upon how one can reach all sorts of realizations riding alone and with only the sound of your own thoughts to keep you company- Our intrepid moron realized he was an idiot when it came to women, work and life...that doesn't leave much room for comment.
Instead, I will simply get the point of why our traveler is a moron. He is a moron because he found out that it is a 14 and a half hour ride from Minneapolis to Kalamazoo if you only stop once to eat and then stop for gas every 122 miles. No long breaks to let your butt and back relax, no walking around to relieve aching leg muscles and hand muscles...none! Now why, you might ask, would a rider do this? An emergency? maybe. Something to do when you simply have to be there overnight? Perhaps. But none of these apply- He...I...am simply a moron. The last three hours are not very clear- I was too close to stop and it seemed to far away to keep going. It became a quest, a crusade, a gotta see if I can do it thing!
So, 14.5 hours after leaving Minneapolis, MN I arrived in Kalamazoo, MI. My back hurt, my butt hurt, my hands didn't hurt...they were numb...and you could have scraped the bugs from my exposed face with a paint scraper. Hence, I am a moron. But wiser for the experience...so I suppose that just makes me foolish.
I spent two days at home and headed back having confirmed two things: 1. the old saying "you can't go home again" is profoundly true. Either home has changed too much or you have or both and it just isn't "Home" anymore. 2. If you do something foolish and learn from it then perhaps you can be wise...
Would you like to know how long it takes to come back from Kalamazoo, Michigan by way of Illinois- the shorter way than going through the upper penninsula, only stopping to change your soaked coat after an hour long rain storm and to get gas every 122 miles? 9.5 hours...wisdom is over rated.
Fool vs Moron...you be the judge!
Getting ready for a trip to Illinois to see a buddy