Another storm was on the way. Maya and I contemplated staying in Buffalo for a while. Walt invited us to stick around for beers and more 1000 mile celebrating. We thought long and hard and decided that we needed to continue our journey. We got back on our bikes and drove right into the belly of the beast! We asked ourselves "Are we stupid?"
But we biked out. The storm was right on schedule. The wind howled and the rain poured down with a vengeance. I was almost blown off of my bike when it really picked up, so we stopped in someones yard and stood behind the trees. I was momentarily afraid of being struck by lightening when we biked across the flat plains (the only thing more than 2 feet of the ground and the bikes are steel, great).
Maya and I arrived in Brook, Indiana unharmed. We had pushed on and put in great mileage. Feeling accomplished and exhausted, we parked our bikes in an alley and headed into the only bar in town. After changing in the bathroom, we downed Corona's and made friends with the bar tender and the few locals seated at the counter. Warney was sitting to our left and told us about his life growing up in the area. He offered us a place to stay and we readily accepted. We also made friends with Chris, Nick, and Pop. They had driven into Brook from somewhere farther south for a Fight. The Community Center was hosting a boxing match and all the parking spots in Brook were full. We examined the postcard advertising the event at the bar. Intrigued, we agreed to take a peek once we had set up camp at Warney's house. Chris, Nick, Pop- thanks for the beers and the company! Hope you guys had a good time at the fight. We did show up at 9 'o clock, but never found you. The security gaurd told us that we couldn't stand by the door and we went away. However, not before we got this shot. Hard core fight club!
Luckily, Warney's house was just around the corner. We went home to him and Fritz (the dog). We slept well on the carpeted floor and enjoyed a nice breakfast in the morning. Warney, it was wonderful meeting you and we appreciate your hospitality. It was great meeting you!! Say hello to Fritz for us.
Back on the road, Maya and I meandered towards Illinois. We had to go on some busy roads here that were awfully annoying.
Tractors on top of Cilo's? That's like the cow in the belltower. How did they do that?
This still needs some editing, but to be continued...
Lara
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