After the repair in Escanaba, MI I hit the highways and started chewing up miles. Fortunately, I was not down for too long. From Escanaba, I take the 41 south to Green Bay and ride on to Appleton. I stop at lunch and need to hop on a quick video call. It's good to be off the bike, but sitting down for calls at a Starbucks does not feel like much of a rest.
My go to drink at times like this is the Iced Coffee with White Mocha thanks to Barbara Gower, Stacy's mom. She turned me onto this high sugar, high caffeine, low(er) priced drink. Slam one of those and you'll be awake.
After my call, I'm back on the bike and headed West and South on the most convoluted path I can imagine taking backroad after back road across rural Wisconsin. I'm headed toward the I90, but I'm cutting diagonally across the state. The interstates tend to run North-South, or East-West. Google says this way is faster, despite the lower speed limit and the risk of wildlife. But the terrain is beautiful.
I pass through towns named Saxeville, Wild Rose, and Deerfield. I finally end up in a tiny town called Necedah and pull into the St. Joseph Inn which looks pretty darn cute.
It also looks like it has been around for a while... as in, I don't think this Pepsi Machine works any more. Trust me, the picture is crystal clear. The images of the sodas are faded and lost in time.
I decide to fill up the bike for the night, and turn in. I have a lot of miles to cover tomorrow. I only made it 239 miles - a very low mile day for me. that leaves me exactly 700 miles to cover to arrive in Sturgis by Friday.
My friends from Foothills HOG left Chandler Arizona this morning, so they are also on the road, but we are coming from two different directions.
Wisconsin Small Town Gas
It's common in a small town to see pumps that only have two choices for gas. Out west, they typically only have like 85 and 87, but Harley's want high octane (91 or higher). In rural Wisconsin, the Kwik Trips do it right by not only have 91, they offer 91 with NO ethanol. Being the home state of Harley Davidson must help.
With the bike fueled, up I expected to hit the road early in the morning. When I pulled back into the motel however, it started to rain. I maneuver Ember to sit under the awning next to the porch on my room. Then I checked the weather. Crap. The forecast calls for rain in the morning too. Not much I can do about that so I turn in for the night.
