Yesterday was another absolutely beautiful day. The temperature was ideal for riding and there was no wind. I passed a field of "Windmills" and they were all stationary. There were hundreds of them.
I may have picked the perfect time to put new tires on my motorcycle. I am in Minneapolis and heavy rains are expected here. The bike service should take about two hours and by then the rain should be finished. I only got rained on in Ohio!
The stock market is still falling. In the past, whenever I leave the country, the Dow goes up. I'm about find out if that includes Canada. I will be crossing the border on about July 6.
Minneapolis is a very bicycle friendly city. I arrived at the motorcycle shop at 0900. This is Friday. There has been a pretty steady flow of bicyclists. Of course the shop is next to a bike path, and Caribou Coffee. Well situated!
Since stopping at McGurk's in St Louis, I've been singing "The Irish Rover" in my head. "...She spun nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned. I'm the last of the Irish Rover." I'd prefer to be singing Peggy Gordon or something else, not "...there was John D. McGurk, who was scared stiff of work..."
This is the true Midwest of this country. It has a little bit of topography, but the roads are just too straight for my taste. My old tires have enormous "Chicken Strips" (The part of the tire from the edge of the tread to the worn part) I hope I find some curves for this new pair. After I've worn off the glossy parting compound, of course.
If anyone thinks motorcycling is inexpensive transportation, they've not owned a BMW. "It's only money, Mr. Fuller."
Time to go check on Inga.
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