Left late this morning after a new battery in Jan's bike and some banking. Headed west on I-90 and that's where we spent the day. Starting out along Lake Eire then into Cleveland where the designers decided to put a ninety degree 35 mph turn in the middle of the city on an ugly four lane interstate.
Once outside the city I-90 runs through rolling hills and farm land. Two weeks ago in Missouri the corn was already waist high, this far north it is still less than knee high. After lunch at a turnpike rest stop, not a trip highlight, we said our goodbyes and a few miles later JB turned towards home om I-75.
As we continued west I was listening to a Springsteen concert replay on XM when he played the song Bobby Jean. Bruce wrote this song for his long time friend Steve Van Zandt and listening to the lyrics after my brother from a different mother left for home alone made it very appropriate.
Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain from the world we hid
Now there aint nobody nowhere nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did
Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere
In some bus or train traveling along
In some motel room there'll be a radio playing
And you'll hear me sing this song
Well if you do you'll know Im thinking of you and all the miles in between
And Im just calling one last time not to change your mind
But just to say I miss you baby, good luck goodbye, bobby jean
Springsteen
JB checked in stopped for the night as are we in La Porte Indiana, not a planned stop but nice motel on a lake with cold beer in the restaurant next door.
Tomorrow around Chicago then north and west, the ride continues.
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Glad you are having this trip with some very special friends. Friendships only survive when we make the effort to keep in touch. Busy lives...friends keep us grounded (or moving on 2 wheels).
Nice to grow old with.
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