Day 1. Mile 180. Chicago Il. Bedtime.
I am writing this from my friend's computer. The keyboard gives me a bit of lee-way. I can type using all my fingers. I suppose this allows for greater detail and dictation, but I am a bit tired and I have told myself that twenty or thiry minutes is all I need to write. It is now 11:44pm, Central Time. I aim to write until midnight. At midnight I will publish the post and go to bed.
I will be in Chicago until Wednesday Morning. At 10 in the morning, after rush hour has passed, I will mount the bike and take the 55 to Joliet, and then disembark on route 66. Route 66 will take me to St. Louis. If it is not too late, I will continue on until I get to Jefferson City, Mo. I'm not sure how I will get to Jefferson City, but I have two main options. The first is to take 70w until I get to US Route 54, and ride that to the big J.C.. The other option is to take 44w until I hit route 50, and skate that over to J.C.. I would enjoy taking route 66 until I find a road that will take me west, but I have a feeling that daylight will be short once I arrive in St. Lou and I might have to skeedaddle quickly for a motel. It's supposed to rain Wednesday, with sprinkles of thunder, but the weather will be in the high sixties. I am a bit concerned about the electricity, given that I make a bit of a target, but I have convinced myself that if I am struck, I will obtain superpowers and fly around the world fighting evil and spreading good.
Really, lightning is the least of my worries. My VFR750 really does not like cross winds, and I am worried that the Reg/Rec will bust out on me. My lights have a tendency to alternate between intense and dim, which means I'm having voltage spikes. When I have the chance, I will stop in a motorcycle store and inquire about a rush job. I really dont want to have to order OEM parts, because that will knock me back a c-note, but in the end, peace of mind is worth the price. Besides, if the reg/rec goes, I might be stuck in the middle of no-where with no way to get the bike to town. That will be more expensive than a reg/rec.
Enough of the bike talk. It's Chicago time.
I have spent most of the day wandering the north part of the city with my friend Doug, at whose house I'm crashing. Doug and I are good conversation partners. We're both relatively bright, college educated individuals with strong backgrounds in literature. Intense discussions on the nature of writing do not faze us. As much as we enjoy blithering about the possible evolution of post-modern writing, we enjoy women more.
I have spent an inordinate amount of time looking at the Chicago woman. I check out asses. I look at hips. I examine lips from afar and wonder how they kiss, how they lick, and how they look at you after a particularly nice one. Girls with thin lips give little, tight kisses. Girls with fat lips drool and attempt to obtain the taste of lunch from the upper-lip pores of their victims. Girls with small mouths barely hold their own, and girls with large mouths engulf entire territories of skin. After examining each girl, I compare her to the girls I have kissed before. Each girl I've kissed has left an indeliable mark in my memory and she will forever be praded out in front of any girl I desire or have.
Tomorrow, Doug is taking me to Columbia College. I shall meet up with Mark in the ASL lab, and then strike out on my own. I want to eat at my favorite local Thai place, and grab a Chicago style hot dog.
This twenty minute limit is whack. But, it's midnight and I'm signing off for now. Tomorrow is another day.
I will be in Chicago until Wednesday Morning. At 10 in the morning, after rush hour has passed, I will mount the bike and take the 55 to Joliet, and then disembark on route 66. Route 66 will take me to St. Louis. If it is not too late, I will continue on until I get to Jefferson City, Mo. I'm not sure how I will get to Jefferson City, but I have two main options. The first is to take 70w until I get to US Route 54, and ride that to the big J.C.. The other option is to take 44w until I hit route 50, and skate that over to J.C.. I would enjoy taking route 66 until I find a road that will take me west, but I have a feeling that daylight will be short once I arrive in St. Lou and I might have to skeedaddle quickly for a motel. It's supposed to rain Wednesday, with sprinkles of thunder, but the weather will be in the high sixties. I am a bit concerned about the electricity, given that I make a bit of a target, but I have convinced myself that if I am struck, I will obtain superpowers and fly around the world fighting evil and spreading good.
Really, lightning is the least of my worries. My VFR750 really does not like cross winds, and I am worried that the Reg/Rec will bust out on me. My lights have a tendency to alternate between intense and dim, which means I'm having voltage spikes. When I have the chance, I will stop in a motorcycle store and inquire about a rush job. I really dont want to have to order OEM parts, because that will knock me back a c-note, but in the end, peace of mind is worth the price. Besides, if the reg/rec goes, I might be stuck in the middle of no-where with no way to get the bike to town. That will be more expensive than a reg/rec.
Enough of the bike talk. It's Chicago time.
I have spent most of the day wandering the north part of the city with my friend Doug, at whose house I'm crashing. Doug and I are good conversation partners. We're both relatively bright, college educated individuals with strong backgrounds in literature. Intense discussions on the nature of writing do not faze us. As much as we enjoy blithering about the possible evolution of post-modern writing, we enjoy women more.
I have spent an inordinate amount of time looking at the Chicago woman. I check out asses. I look at hips. I examine lips from afar and wonder how they kiss, how they lick, and how they look at you after a particularly nice one. Girls with thin lips give little, tight kisses. Girls with fat lips drool and attempt to obtain the taste of lunch from the upper-lip pores of their victims. Girls with small mouths barely hold their own, and girls with large mouths engulf entire territories of skin. After examining each girl, I compare her to the girls I have kissed before. Each girl I've kissed has left an indeliable mark in my memory and she will forever be praded out in front of any girl I desire or have.
Tomorrow, Doug is taking me to Columbia College. I shall meet up with Mark in the ASL lab, and then strike out on my own. I want to eat at my favorite local Thai place, and grab a Chicago style hot dog.
This twenty minute limit is whack. But, it's midnight and I'm signing off for now. Tomorrow is another day.
posted by Jon at 12:00 AM
1 Comments:
Might I suggest an alternate route to Jeff City? Take I-70 west to Columbia, then it's a short ride on 63 south to the capital. Columbia's a groovy little place, worth checking out for even a short period of time. And hopefully all the students will be gone by then.
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