To the ferry in Milwaukee 9-11-16

Happy birthday to Erin my 9-11 baby.

Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday.

We left Carroll Iowa at 8:30 on another brilliant day with a mid 60’s temperature to start the ride.  Still on the Lincoln Highway US 30 we continued East through the gently rolling farm country that is dominated by corn.

We passed ethanol plants reminding me of the sad and costly fleecing we are taking with this crazy requirement for this product to be added to our fuel.  The joke is on us, we put up with it.

Our first stop of the day was about 30 miles West of Cedar Rapids.  While I was on the phone arguing with Sirius radio Bill went to move his bike from in front of the pumps.  During this process Bills helmet started to fall off the back of his bike. When he reached around to try and prevent it from falling he lost the bike’s balance and over it went. I helped Bill right the bike and after that listened to a profanity laced assessment of the damage. We’ve made it 42 days on the road without an incident till now.

After passing Cedar Rapids we turned North on US 151 with our next stop being Anamosa, Iowa and the National Motorcycle Museum.  We were in for $10.00 and spent an hour looking at bikes old and new from all over the world.  They had many custom bikes and some bikes that were used in racing and in record attempts on the salt flats. We could have spent many more hours inspecting the hundreds of cycles but we needed to press on to Milwaukee.

One of many in the museum.
One of many in the museum.
Another
Another

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We stayed on US 151 until Madison, then feeling we were short of time we got on I 94 to finish our ride into Milwaukee. We had reservations at the Hilton Gardens Inn downtown.  Parking out front we unloaded our bikes and checked in.  With my Hilton Honors card we were upgraded and ended up in a suite with a living room and ceilings that I estimated at 13′.  Living large again.

Our rooms tall Windows.
Our room’s tall windows.
Our Living room.
Our Living room.

After settling in we went across the street to The Swinging Door Exchange to have a bite and a beer.  We shared two appetizers had an IPA and talked with the locals.  Devious Bill propelled us in the wrong direction with a whiskey order, Bourbon for Bill, Rye for me.

The Sunday night game was on we were talking to some locals and to the bartender when in walked a group of girls having a bachelorette party.  It seemed strange to me, 9-11 and a Sunday night for a wedding in October, but they were having a great time.  I was taking pictures when the girls behind me tapped me on the shoulder and said can you turn that around an take a selfie with us in it.  I made the sacrifice and took the picture.

Inside the Swinging Door Exchange.
Inside the Swinging Door Exchange.
Bill hard at work editing the blog.
Bill hard at work editing the blog.
Me and the girls.
Me and the girls.
Bill with a local girl and party.
Bill with a local girl and party.
The blonde bride and red headed friend.
The blonde bride and red headed friend.
Our bartender.
Our bartender.

We somehow came to the conclusion that we should take the trip across the street to the hotel.  Devious Bill led us to the bar in the hotel for a nightcap that we desperately needed, then off to our room and the discovery of a cheese plate, a bucket of beer on ice and a note from the desk clerk I had a discussion with upon our arrival.  We needed beer and food.  In the morning the plate had the lettuce on it and I was surprised that was left.

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Monday we get on the ferry for our final day of travel.

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