A lot of motor-bicycling went down today. Some 90 miles round trip have been ridden. The absurdity of the feat compounded with every stipulations that were met. The first was, as a recent compensation for my lack of transportation I decided a new bicycle must be in order which would assist going to and from the bus stops on the way to work. This simple truth added upon the second stipulation of me deciding that I must go in the evening to Johnsburg, IL for this new bicycle--rather than playing it cool by waiting until the weekend to pick up the bike by Metra--was pretty much what had turned me onto making this rather erratic journey. On the way there wasn't so bad. The legs of each country highway stretch for some tiresomely long distances. The generously spaced roadside on Gilmer let me sail smoothly for many miles. Then all of a sudden, as customary in our northern hemisphere, the sunlight shuts itself off. Here's the sundown I captured on Gilmer, as the cars whizzed passed me going around 50mph.
Earlier:
Earlier still:
Sacked some snacks:
My arrival destination looked like this:
My new bike up close looked like this:
Basically, what I ended up doing was something only the sick-and-twisted can only think of doing. Each wheel came off and placed alongside the frame-set all of which were stowed on top of the trailer, affixed in station by combination of tie downs, zip ties, and bungee cords. All of this was a chore the seller willingly sat through and watched, offering some help when needed. Okay, as for the journey back, I'll leave it up to the reader's imagination. Scenario is that the sun had long ago set, and I had a good 45 miles of rural highway ahead of me.
