Jose’ made it back at 7am, in time for a departing picture.
We take 92 east, then north to Riverside Park, just before crossing of the Mississippi River.
One of our first stops in Illinois was in Eddington, a small town with a few stores and twice as many homes. We had lunch at a gas station. Local kids we using the gas station pump to pump up their tires. I grabbed the bike pump and asked if I could help. They allowed me to do so. After I pump up the tires, 10 seconds go by and POP. Mark B stayed with me to help find a tube for the little Dave’s bike. None for 15 miles. I asked to be taken to his house where I was ready to apologize and give the parents cash to buy a tube at some point. When we get to his house mom is nice about the whole thing, which is a relief. Then Dave says he has a bike he’s not using. Sure enough, it has the tire size we need. Mark and I make the swap, and gave them some Mercy Riders Tshirts. Everything was great. I got back to my bike ready to roll. I was anxious to get back on the road. To complete the proverbial picture, now MY bike had a flat tire. Instant Karma or something like that. But it felt really good to do the right thing and properly take care of the situation.
At the end of the day, we camped just outside Sheffield, IL at the Hickory Grove Campground this evening. Jim Gott came in from Illinois to camp and to join us on the 13th.
About 120 miles this day. The team has stayed together and will reach a mini goal of getting to Frankfort on a Saturday evening. It’s just 120 miles away.