Day 2. Mile 180. Chicago Il. Bedtime.
I'm not really in the mood to write, so this post will be rather short. I have a pleasant buzz going. Some friends and I went to a local "dive" bar and shat the shit while shooting pool and throwing darts. Really genteel dive bar stuff. It wasn't really a dive bar, though. Any bar which sells PBR for two-fifty and a nice bottle of porter for six-fifty really can't be called dive. The bartender was cute and I contemplated bringing her home and seeing exactly why that ass of hers was shaped the way it was in her pants.
Today was very much an eat day. I went for thai, at my favorite thai place, and ate a chicago hot dog. I have a picture and a description of said hot dog, but for some reason, blogger wont post my mobile pictures. I am very upset at it. I shall have to attempt another post tomorrow, when blogger is working with me, because y'all do not want to miss a picture of the perfect hotdog.
Someone has reccomended to me that I stay in Columbia rather than Jefferson City. Given that Columbia is a college town, there is a better chance that I might have some company in my motel room that night. I believe I will stay the night in Columbia and then head to Wichita the next morning.
Tomorrow morning, I set out in search of an R/R. I doubt I will find one here. If I don't, I will attempt to find one in Missouri or Wichita. I have a feeling that the bike will at least last me that far. I am worried about how it will fare in the southwest, though, and hope to have it replaced before then.
The weather continues to be a bit chilly, and I have my map splayed out before me. Every time I look at it, I trace out my route. I am excited to get back on the road again, but at the same time, I want to remain here a bit longer. I'm sure many of you have experienced this kind of vascillation before. The road calls, but the city calls as well. I know that I could live here my entire life and never feel the need to leave. Everything I could possibly want is in Chicago. But, at the same time, I know that I need to leave in order to fufill whatever is out there. Wanderlust is quite the disease and anyone who suffers from it will never feel satisfied with where ever s/he may be. I think that motorcycling is nothing more than an extension of wanderlust; a manifestation of the disease that is prevalent among the adrenaline junkie and those who wish to experience the world in itself as close as possible.
It's time for me to sleep. Manana.
Today was very much an eat day. I went for thai, at my favorite thai place, and ate a chicago hot dog. I have a picture and a description of said hot dog, but for some reason, blogger wont post my mobile pictures. I am very upset at it. I shall have to attempt another post tomorrow, when blogger is working with me, because y'all do not want to miss a picture of the perfect hotdog.
Someone has reccomended to me that I stay in Columbia rather than Jefferson City. Given that Columbia is a college town, there is a better chance that I might have some company in my motel room that night. I believe I will stay the night in Columbia and then head to Wichita the next morning.
Tomorrow morning, I set out in search of an R/R. I doubt I will find one here. If I don't, I will attempt to find one in Missouri or Wichita. I have a feeling that the bike will at least last me that far. I am worried about how it will fare in the southwest, though, and hope to have it replaced before then.
The weather continues to be a bit chilly, and I have my map splayed out before me. Every time I look at it, I trace out my route. I am excited to get back on the road again, but at the same time, I want to remain here a bit longer. I'm sure many of you have experienced this kind of vascillation before. The road calls, but the city calls as well. I know that I could live here my entire life and never feel the need to leave. Everything I could possibly want is in Chicago. But, at the same time, I know that I need to leave in order to fufill whatever is out there. Wanderlust is quite the disease and anyone who suffers from it will never feel satisfied with where ever s/he may be. I think that motorcycling is nothing more than an extension of wanderlust; a manifestation of the disease that is prevalent among the adrenaline junkie and those who wish to experience the world in itself as close as possible.
It's time for me to sleep. Manana.
posted by Jon at 10:38 PM
2 Comments:
Good choice, staying in Columbia.
Sorry I didn't reply earlier. If you get this, you can catch me at buttrfly at windblossom dot com. I'm not in NM at the moment, but I will be home soon.
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