I'm still in Illinois friends. I waited the better part of the last two days for the storms to pass. I read two novels cover to cover sitting in a bookstore and later a library.
The rain let up last night about seven or eight and I biked long through the fog and mist (some 40 or 50 miles extra miles in the eerie gray oblivion). I often could barely see the road, but the path was easy, there was no traffic, and the night felt warm.
I made the last town before the border, Hoopeston it's called, and I would have kept going but I ran into a hitch. I have finally worn the rubber of my tires clean through.
There is a hole the size of a quarter in my rear tire now. I can see the hard "tuffy" strip poking through but still protecting the tire from a blowout.
I have seen no bike shop for at least 100 miles and it was another 50 miles to the next one in Layfayette, Indiana. So I have decided to turn south some 23 miles out of my way to reach a closer shop in Danville.
The rain caught up with me, though, in the wee hours of the morning, so I took shelter in a small park in Rossville Illinois.
I was woken this morning by the mayor of Rossville. He brought me coffee. :)
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