my fingers crossed stopping at every
gas station to top the air up. There
was an accident on the freeway so
we ground to a halt the tyre slowly
deflating but my karma must have
been good because it held up almost
all the way, I rode the last mile on a
flat tyre.
Couchsurfing with John in
Indianapolis, what a star, he took
me to catch the bus to the racetrack
and arranged to pick me up, but on
leaving the track I got on the wrong
bus and ended up I knew not where.
Luckily, a lady lent me her phone
to ring John, he worked out where I
was and picked me up. We finished
off a brilliant day with a Memorial
Day BBQ with all his friends. I love
serendipity and with no fixed plan I
had got to go to the Indianapolis 500.
It set the scene for the whole trip.
The following day another of his
friends took me and my wheel to
town to get it fixed.
Onto Peoria, Illinois and a visit
with Matt a fellow biker, we didn’t
need an excuse for a day out on the
bikes. Des Moines Iowa, where there
are more pigs than people, Allen and
Michael a lovely couple and my own
ensuite, living it up now.
Sioux City, Iowa, and Leo Girl
Snodgrass mad as a box of frogs but
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