"...But our trip was different. It was a classic affirmation of everything right and true and decent in the national character. It was a gross, physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country - but only for those with true grit. And we were chock full of that." -HST
Well now, the summit dubbed "Virginia Riders" have arrived safely in the Windy City. As we press on towards the eastward horizon megalopolis looms near and Chicago becomes the absolute opposite of North Dakota's desolate stretches of "highway". The city brings a few days of rest, rendezvous with friends and family, and a hammerhead blow to the bank account. Writing from the 3rd floor of the world's largest public library (i.e. The Harold Washington Library) it seems plausible we will be able to remain entertained without pedaling the bikes for a few days.
Our route through Milwaukee was pleasant but rather disappointing. Neither the goal of touring the Miller Brewing Company nor Heckling Barry Bonds were accomplished and we set our sails south for Chicago. (On a personal note, I will never again patronize baseball after Mr. Bonds finalizes the symbolic downfall of the national sport. I can only hope that his record breaking home run is made possible by a underarm lob by some witty pitcher.)
Prior to our visit to "the good land" (Thank you Alice Cooper) we took rest for two nights in Madison. Alright, we didn't do that much resting but we did enjoy ourselves. We gave State St. a try, did some "power" shopping, ate Chipolte, and visited a bike store to fix our worst mechanical problem since the beginning (Isaac has been carrying a Virginia flag since Minneapolis and despite my nagging to fly the flag (I can barely manage to see it so oppressed underneath his bungees) it took its own revenge, tangling itself in his spokes and grabbing onto the derailleur snapping the aluminum hanger which is oh so important to the basic function of the bicycle). So, thank goodness we were in Madison... no way we could have fixed that on our own.
Highlights included getting to play with my cousin Emma (who does excellent cartwheels, by the way) and finally getting to watch some movies on a couch and do nothing else at all. Thank you Kerry, Ranny, and Grandma.
As for now, me and Chuck will continue our date while the remainder of the quartet awaits the arrival of their better halves at the airport. Hope everyone is well out there. More to come....