At the motel last night I watched the Nats play the Cubs on TV. I fell sound asleep in the 4th inning (or thereabouts) and woke up at 1:30. I stayed up for a few hours then faded away until 6:30.
I ate a pathetic motel breakfast again (cereal, OJ, coffee) and headed out into a stiff headwind that never relented.
I just put my head down and did my best. 8 miles per hour.
The route occasionally had a path next to it. The path was made from half the old roadway. It was nice and had Burma Shave signs.
Don’t pass on hills or curves
If the cops don’t get you
I crawled along until Normal. Normal strikes me as a strange name for a town. It practically begs you to suspect the place is full of weirdos.
Normal gave way to bike paths through Bloomington. I wonder if the locals call it Abnormal.
I became hopelessly lost about the same time as I started bonking. I was not a happy camper.
With help from the google I escaped Bloomington but managed to bypass all kinds of restaurants and food stores.
I ended up at a crappy gas station shop and made do with a chocolate chip ice cream sandwich and two Gatorades.
Here I discovered it was 83 degrees outside. So had heat to augment the lovely headwinds.
I have to say that this was one of the hardest rides I’ve ever done. I did 88 miles into a headwind last summer but that was downhill with cool temperatures. (And the views along the Blackfoot River in Montana were awesome. The Illinois prairie not so much.)
Back on the trail I decided to end the day at McLean. They had a Super 8 with a diner across the street. I got there as yet another nasty thunderstorm was approaching.
At the diner I ordered breakfast. There was enough food for three people. Oink.
I noticed a few morbidly obese people in their yards along the road today. There were several more at the diner. Depressing.
Tomorrow’s forecast is for more fun with heat and headwinds. At least the hotel has a much more ample breakfast set up that I will attack with Kennedy-esque vigah.
41.5 miles today. Total so far 212.5.