Given that this was only for one night, I didn’t bother with my seat bag for clothes, nor did I bring my big camera. Everything I needed for this fit pretty easily into the saddlebags, with the tent poles and sleeping pad strapped on top.
The downside of living in
It was scenic, but I wouldn’t call it twisty.
I tried some side roads, which were fun, but fairly residential.
Around mid-day I got into
Pretty sexy looking. Some urban exploring would have been fun, but not while wearing a neon yellow suit.
I grabbed some vital supplies at a grocery store (for some reason I'd forgotten to bring anything in the way of snackables) and headed west.
Now, I need to firmly state that Iowa sucks balls. Most of it looks like this:
With the help of my GPS, I was able to try and find some things that turned occasionally, but nothing twisty enough to actually be fun. Just slightly less monotonous.
I managed to find the only rainstorm in the area on a day that was forecast to be clear. My suit and gear is waterproof, but I hadn't brought the rain covers for my luggage. I hid in a gas station for a few minutes until the worst of it passed, although it did shower on and off for a while. For some reason mid-grade here is cheaper then regular. I'm guessing it has something to do with ethanol subsidies.
Later in the afternoon, I started looking for someplace to camp (without having to spend any money). I got off the minor highway that I was on, and that side road soon turned into this:
And then the gravel ran out, and it turned into this:
And then this
On a dirt or trail bike, that wouldn't have been a problem. On a 500lb+ cruiser? It was dicey. I was INCHES away from dumping the thing over a couple times I think the only thing that saved me was a childhood wasted doing stupid things on bicycles, and repeating the words of my MSF instructors in my head (KEEP YOUR EYES UP! DO NOT LOOK DOWN, IF YOU LOOK DOWN, YOU WILL GO DOWN)
After puttering around a bit, I settled on an area that I thought would be sufficiently out of the way and give me some sort of concealment. At that point, I decided to try and be cool and talk at the camera for a bit. I always envision myself sounding and looking cool and composed when I do these. Then I watch them and remember just how much of a dork I am.
At this point I wished I had my real camera, not just my point-and-shoot, as it didn't do that well trying to get a picture of my campsite in the very quickly dwindling light.
I'm not sure I'm sold on this tent yet. It was free from my dad, but it's freaking huge. I worry about being able to hide it that easily when I'm trying to camp in other locations that aren't as remote. On the other hand, the vestibule is great, and I suspect it will be really nice if I'm stuck someplace for a while due to horrible weather or something.
I packed everything up must faster then I thought I would, and after getting suited up, was gone by the time the sun peaked over the horizon. It was a VERY foggy morning. At many points it was way denser then this picture, it was impossible to keep my visor clear and at times even going 35mph felt WAY too vast, I couldn't see jack shit due to the fog.
Eventaully the sun burned it away, and I continued heading north through small towns.
I am SO mature. Srsly though, I don't know how they could call this a town, it was one street and didn't even have a stopsign. It did have a senic pull-off with a good veiw, though.
I eventually made it back to the Mississippi river, which provided some more interesting roads, and was fairly scenic.
At some point, I crossed into Wisconsin, and continued heading up the river. This is where things started to get fun. The terrain got more rugged, and the road builders seemed to have gotten much less agressive with blasting the road through hills, instead just making the road twist around them. Not REALLY agressive corners, but it was very pretty. Lot of other bikers on this road, too. Some other adventure-rider type people, but most of them were Harley guys in full pirate gear.
About this point is when I discovered the joy of the Wisconsin County Roads. They were darting back and forth from the river to Rt 27, in these ten mile long jaunts through valleys and serving rural farms. They were very lightly traveled (I rarely saw any other cars on them), and devilishly twisty. Most of them looked like this!
It was AWESOME. I'm not a skilled rider by any means, but I couldn't do most of these turns much faster then 40mph, and at some points was starting to scrape my heels on the ground (although on this bike, that doesn't mean a very aggressive turn, the pegs are set very low and wide). The roads would wind up vallys, and when they weren't hugging tight little corners, they were giving way to long, broad sweeping turns with great scenery.
By this time, though, I was pretty far north, and had to get back at a reasonable hour to Chicago. Sadly, this meant having to ride through central and southern Wisconsin. Which as most of us know, sucks even harder then Iowa.
At least they have some hippys making electricty, though
And I don't know why I found this sign so funny. I think it's the general 50s-tasticness of the guy.
That's all I've got for pictures, as the rest of the ride was just the horribleness that is the area that surrounds us. To make it worse, I was heading directly into a 30mph headwind the entire goddamn way. doing 45mph felt like doing 80. At that point, I was just booking it home as quickly as I could. I'd got on the bike at 6am that day, and didn't get off (except for gas stops) until 8pm. I did almost 650 miles, and my shoulders were feeling every bit of it.
So, thats that. The windshield was just delivered, and I need to figure out a way to mount this backrest I got off e-bay. There will be another ride sometime in the next couple of weeks to get it sorted, and I am still shooting to leave on May 9th for the big trip.
Peas out.
