Day 4. Mile 180. Chicago, il.

For those of you wondering about riding while hungover, may I offer my
solemnest advice of, don't. I'm already running a bit late and the fog
in my head is omnipresent. I am currently sitting in a juke joint diner
waiting for my breakfast of eggs and hash. I will then gas up, drop off
my friends garage key, and go.

The flapper tube remains open. I will have shitty mileage, but that's my
own fault.

Its go time
~ I write with your life and my own ~