Once I lost the way and find myself at the the dead end of Route 66 far from anything but close to industrial workshops, the have rain started.

The carpenter with tattoo on my question about wifi packed my bear Bear in the trash bag, put my bear-bike construction on his vehicle, drove me to Springfield, showed Lincoln museum and everything around.

I cycled towards Gillespie and saw historical workshop with a lot of tractors. It looked like nobody was there so I was about to pass it but… guy on the passing quad showed me to stop. He take of his helmut and happened to be met the guy who fixed my luggage in Lincoln! Look at the map how far it is. At this time tractor man came out. I decided that he was the right person to make a license plate for my bike. So he did without any surprise. And put his signature.