Chicago. Day 3. Mile180.

So, I'm a little drunk right now. The world is spinning. That's okay with me. I have had several beers and more than my fair share of jager bombs. My story of an intrepid traveler had earned me a few free drinks. I do not mind that. Tomorrow morning I leave for missouri. My r/r remains damaged. I hope to fix that in Wichita Kansas. My flapper tubr remains open. I hope to fix that tomorrow morning, because quite frankly, 180 miles a tank does not cut it at all. I expect to have at least 120, even with a 15t front sprocket. Granted, I attempted to change back to a 16t, but I lackeda a torque wrench, For those of you who are following this, I reccomend that you purchase a torque wrench,

My friend asks that I drop off his key to this garage before I go. This is palatable. That means tomorrow I wear my bag on my back rather than on the bike. This will be slightly uncomfortable, but better than worrying about whether the bag is on the bike rather than on me. I hope to be in columbia by sunset, but understandi f i I am not. If I am not, I am willing to ride a bit in the night until I get to columbia, but I hold no high hopes. The road is long and time, of course, is short.

Well, BABY, IT is time for me to sleep, given that I am drunk and quite happy with my life at the moment. Let everyone who reads this find some measure of happiness,

The next I write, I will be somewhere between Chicago and Columbia, Missouri. Ciao, baby.