Where do I start blogging about this past week? So much has occurred and of course it all involves amazing people. Also, what great time to have my Twitter account compromised while on a big ride (they could have waited until I was home!!). However, on of the best part was meeting a bunch of asses (oh, I mean donkeys).
Riding into Chicago was an experience, I was in Kalamazoo Michigan and gps said 100 miles to destination, I thought, wonder, will take off some layers because I was hot and I'll be there in a jiffy. Well, how could I forget? Gps says you how long until the next highway connection. The afternoon was hot, sunny, I am in full gear, hurting from the fall and then 157 miles later I arrive into a land of highways, tolls, industrialization with smelly factories, smog, riding into the sun blinding me with horrible winds that kept pushing me and my bike in ways that would cause a non-experienced rider to drop the bike and worse of all grease on bridges and highways. I was cold, hungry, exhausted and finally I find the exit to sit into traffic to find the house which was only ¼ of a mile. 30 minutes later in traffic, I could almost see the house, I could have walked there but it is all about the experience, city traffic welcomes me. After all that, thank goodness, my cousin appears with her garage door open as a safe haven. I had never met my cousin and here she was, with her open arms ready to accept her long lost cousin from New England.
Spent the night at her apartment in Chicago then the next day we drove to Wisconsin to her beautiful home. Let the pictures tell the story, a new adventure begins.
Riding into Chicago was an experience, I was in Kalamazoo Michigan and gps said 100 miles to destination, I thought, wonder, will take off some layers because I was hot and I'll be there in a jiffy. Well, how could I forget? Gps says you how long until the next highway connection. The afternoon was hot, sunny, I am in full gear, hurting from the fall and then 157 miles later I arrive into a land of highways, tolls, industrialization with smelly factories, smog, riding into the sun blinding me with horrible winds that kept pushing me and my bike in ways that would cause a non-experienced rider to drop the bike and worse of all grease on bridges and highways. I was cold, hungry, exhausted and finally I find the exit to sit into traffic to find the house which was only ¼ of a mile. 30 minutes later in traffic, I could almost see the house, I could have walked there but it is all about the experience, city traffic welcomes me. After all that, thank goodness, my cousin appears with her garage door open as a safe haven. I had never met my cousin and here she was, with her open arms ready to accept her long lost cousin from New England.
Spent the night at her apartment in Chicago then the next day we drove to Wisconsin to her beautiful home. Let the pictures tell the story, a new adventure begins.
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