Something must be wrong. I slept like a log and my knee didn’t ache. Good thing I was in a hotel because a storm went through the area and had golf ball sized hail.
The complementary breakfast wasn’t worth the price. A small bowl of Raisin Bran, toast and jam, and coffee. Normally I’d eat everything twice but not today.
It was a dreary day with cool temperatures and drizzle. On went my rain jacket.
On the road by 8:30 or maybe 7:30. I have time zone confusion. On the way out of Kankakee I was treated to the curse of the miles long freight train. Actually it was fun watching it roll by. Forever.
Once freed I was treated to a tailwind for most of the morning. I had decided to ride west to intersect Route 66 in Dwight, Illinois. I let the google do the navigating.
Off I went on country roads, a very pleasant experience until I hit the unpaved part. “Continue for 9 miles.” The google likes to joke.
After about five I turned off and headed to the two lane highway.
Did I mention that these roads are level. (Bike tourist never use the “f” word.) I was clipping along at 15 miles per hour with little effort. What a pleasant contrast to yesterday’s slog.
The fields were quagmires so I knew camping wasn’t going to happen.
As I rode into Dwight, some 37 miles after I began, I could tell I was bonking. The fuel from breakfast was used up. Fortunately there was a family restaurant at the turn to Route 66. (Family restaurants are ubiquitous in the Midwest.) I ordered lunch and was thrilled to see piles of food arrive at my table. It took me close to an hour to down it all. No crumbs for the mouse this day.
Just before entering the restaurant I checked my weather app. It predicted a thunderstorm for the next two hours. It was a false alarm.
I rode 66 southwest with the wind aiding my effort. The highway is concrete with many patches and pot holes. Many years ago the state decided to let the western two lanes deteriorate. It reminded me of snowmobile trails in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
My original plan was to stop in Dwight but it was barely afternoon so I forged ahead to Pontiac. On the way I passed through Odell where I crossed my route from last year. I re-took a picture while I was in town.
Pontiac boasted several museums. I went into the Route 66 museum. It was filled with memorabilia. I thought of my friend Rachel’s descriptions of the Haines, Alaska Hammer Museum.
Route 66 changed course several times. In Pontiac there are sections that date back to the late 1920s. Somebody decided to build a bypass in 1930.
There are restored buildings along the road from time to time. The Standard Oil station was cute. It would have looked better with a big 1930s car out front.
Despite the fact that the trail is clearly marked and that I had an actual map of the road, I missed a turn south of Pontiac. The level terrain made it no big deal, perhaps an extra two or three miles, but I felt embarrassed to have screwed up something so simple.
I recovered and found my hotel outside Chenoa. The desk clerk is from Gurjarat in India. It’s amazing how many small town hotels are staffed by Gurjaratis. I often wonder how they find these places.
After check in I discovered the tap water had the faint smell of sulfur, probably untreated well water. I’ll be buying bottled water for tomorrow.
So Day 2 ends at 70 1/2 miles. I’m hoping the Nats v Cubs game is on the telly tonight.
Props to all the folks back home who participated in Bike to Work Day. Thanks to Monica for offering to grab a shirt for me.
5 thoughts on “No Name Bike Tour: Day 2 – Getting My Kicks”
I love small town museums. Happy you got to stop in. Have a great trip!!
Just an old lady with tons of memorabilia. They had a Titanic exhibit upstairs. She said she didn’t know why.
Your bike tour sound lovely. How far are you going? Wish I were up for one. Having enough knee pain that it’s really limiting my speed, though that’s slower for other reasons, mostly tiredness. Then there’s the bike, gear and money. What do you do for your knee pain? I had PT, didn’t do much, next step is an x-ray. Maybe will start fish oil again. Don’t think it’s seat height or pedal clips, but don’t have $100 for a pro fit. Happy trails!
I’ve had left knee pain for decades, the result of a volleyball injury and a bike crash. When it gets intolerable I take an ibuprofen, the PM kind, so that I can sleep. It slows me down on the bike but I’m more concerned now about its increasing effect on walking.
Its ok to miss a turn -you’re still in the “exhibition season” portion of the tour so it doesn’t go on your permanent record