We started when Andy could get me up and around (I don’t do mornings); got going at about 8:00 AM.  We rode a lot today heading for the Volo, IL Car Museum.  First lunch:

You do not know America until you stop at a local cafe/diner in a small town.  This is where the good ol’ boys swap lies and fix the world.  This is the place with a hundred pickup trucks out front.  This is the place in town with the best food at a reasonable rate.

We found the Volo, IL car museum.  Andy had been here recently.  He was right about thinking that I would enjoy it!  Wow.  Pictures cannot do it justice.  First the entrance and then the Dousenberg Room:

Then some more:

They even had Andy’s Cushman Eagle:

You get the idea.

Some last day postscripts (It’s midnight, and I am tired):

1.  We always seem to have a good time on these trips.  It is because we are such close friends who appreciate and trust one another.
2. Both of us are very safe motorcyclists.  We have traveled at least 30,000 miles together in the last 10 years.  Thank you Andy for your skill and care.
3. We are blessed to be able to do this even when both of us are 71 years old and one of us has very bad knees.  Thanks for putting up with my limping, slow gate, Andy.
4. There is much more to say, but the hour is late.  Look for us next year:  we are thinking of a PutPut Golf Tour!