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Day 21
Happy Mother's Day

ROUTE: Springfield to Tuscola IL DISTANCE: 77 miles...a mere club ride WINDS: East 10-15...right in our face all day
WEATHER: Sunny and warm...high 78/low 58 at departure TERRAIN: Mostly flat with some gentle rollers on occasion TOTAL CLIMBING: 900 feet

DAILY REPORT: After yesterday's brutal winds and today's short mileage, we decided to sleep in this morning and not load until 9:00.  We were expecting unfavorable winds again, but the motel rooms wouldn't be ready until about 3 anyway so we might as well have another cup of coffee and depart a little later.  I tried to convince everyone that since it was Mother's Day, they should let Barbara sleep in...it seemed to work.

As I sat in the breakfast room, I noticed a couple folks having the jitters to get on the road, but we held them back to give them the AAA personality check.  I suggested putting their pointer finger and thumb together and sit cross legged and go mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.  It really wasn't that bad though as most just lounged around enjoying the relaxed morning.  We'd be on the road quickly enough...soon it was 9:00 and poof...everyone was gone.

Today was definitely another day of cooperation.  For the most part of the day there were large pace lines drilling into the wind sharing the work to get to town.  At one point, there were probably 20 in one group scooting down the road.  There were only about 5 who were riding solo...they are the ones who have my admiration.  It was hard work all day on a day that should have been relatively easy with low mileage and no climbing to speak of.

This day was a new route to a new location.  We usually stay in Champaign but there is a graduation going on this weekend so we couldn't get any rooms...hence Tuscola.  The plan was for me and Karen to ride off the front to check out the routing to make sure there were no problems or miscues.  I was in the van for the first half of the day when Shane dropped me off at the SAG stop.  I jumped out and Karen and I sped down the road with a little head start...again the first thing that crossed my mind was, "What was I thinking?"  We pulled out into a 12-15 MPH head wind and our route didn't change direction for the rest of the day...we were going east and the wind was blowing to the west.  

Actually I felt really good today for some reason...maybe it was the late start, but whatever it was, the winds didn't bother me after a little warm up.  Our goal was to stay off the front in order to mark the route and we were able to do that.  We were able to hold 18-19 MPH most of the afternoon with stops at every turn to mark the route all the way to the motel.  I think everyone enjoyed the route markings...hope they don't expect us to do that every day.

After maintenance, rap, and dinner; we had our famous t-shirt swap with Barbara as master of ceremonies.  The riders provide a t-shirt with a story and they play "dirty xmas" to swap or steal the t-shirt they want.  There were a couple interesting shirts as Jud brought one that had an aroused chainring that was interesting and there were several others that were fought over...good thing these folks get along or the fur may have been flying by game's end.  Just another fun thing we do while we are out here.

Speaking of being out here, it's hard to believe we've come this far in just a few short weeks.  Costa Mesa seems like a lifetime ago and we are starting to realize the ride is quickly coming to a close.  We've many more miles to ride, but we are less than two weeks from our destination.  I hope the riders don't focus on Amesbury just yet...there's still too much journey to enjoy before we get to the end. 

We've really had some good weather and the terrain has flattened out...the mountains of the west and the constant hills of Missouri are but a far distant memory.  Tomorrow's winds are forecast to be behind us for a change...we could use it for sure.  Now we are in farm country with alfalfa fields and freshly planted corn fields that stretch in every direction.  Since the corn is only about 3 inches high (above right), we can see forever...not as far as the plains out west, but close.  It's also nice to see something besides open range.  Here we see lots of trees and small towns dotting the landscape...friendly folks too.  Riders that come from other countries are always amazed at how fast the scenery changes out here...I am too.

Tomorrow we ride into my boyhood hood...Indiana, small town America.  Again, except for the corn, we'll see another change in the scenery...small towns about every 8-10 miles.  Check in and see what we are up to...we're on a roll.  

DID I REALLY SAY THAT?:

"I didn't know what to do with myself this morning when I got up."

"I may have to have therapy after sitting around for an hour this morning."

"I think we should ride the other way and have the van come pick us up."

"Anyone can ride across country with tailwinds."

"Every wind is a tail wind if you are going the right direction."

"While I've been gone, productivity in my company has gone down 20% reading bamacyclist every morning."

DID I REALLY SAY THAT 2?:

Tonight's t-shirt swap provided lots of entertainment.  The crowd booed Iain when he stole AJ's grizzly bear tandem t-shirt, but AJ got a Michigan State University t-shirt...just can't get something like that in England.

Rob is notorious for getting discounts all across the country.  When he took Brian's t-shirt he commented, "I've never had a shirt that was purchased at full price."

Logan got the prize shirt which actually was a jersey provided by Kasper...just got lucky, but a nice jersey.

Ken ended up with "It's 5 o'clock somewhere" t-shirt...that's what he rides for.

DID I REALLY SEE THAT?

Ever wonder how that Gatorade gets into those little baggies?  The Gatorade fairy!

Geoff was one of the jittery soles when we had a late departure today...but as it worked out, while he was waiting for load time, he found wires in both his tires...good use of the spare time if you ask me.

Rob had family visit during the morning so he had plenty of help at departure.  But it became evident right away that in order to put in 120 pounds of pressure into a tire, one must weigh more than 120 pounds.

One must never go out without one's make up.

It's not often that one turn can actually go 3 different ways.

We've been looking for Team Dutch Masters (Kasper, Bill P., Greg, and Paul) all morning...could they have taken a wrong turn someplace by following Scott?  BOLIVIA???  Hope they have their passports.

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