The day started off on one of the most beautiful roads I've ever seen. Wide with nice turns through rural Indiana, there was a slight misty fog scented with woodsmoke from the cabin chimneys which lent a sort of mystical feel to the cool morning air and riders were lost in the magic of it all. The geriatric engines appreciate the cooler weather, but not moisture so there were a few roadside concerns over cloth covered plug wires once we got smacked with a little rain. Crossing the Wabash Bridge was an adrenalin rush, but that moment was quickly forgotten once the heavy rain drenched several of the riders just before the evening stop in Cape Girardeau where the entire town came out to watch the bikes roll in. Between the great hospitality, the car and bike show and the killer dinner they laid out for us, we were given a hero's welcome that served to remind us of why we love Cape Girardeau. Except for the internet. Which sucks and is why there won't be many photos with this late post.
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