I was in a big risk of flying back to Chicago for free with stormy wind when someone take me with my bike to Pontiac straight to the Old Log Cabin Restaurant.

I was offered to stay as much as I want and to eat whatever I want. So I took a broom and started sweeping my mobile house on the top of 4×4 Ford at the back yard.

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They had WiFi! My new mobile office was set in the corner of the restaurant and local people sometimes joined me for lunch or dinner. Or breakfast.

Looks like all citizens have at least one Harley in their garages. I got a ride on Harley-Davidson as far as I want! Unfortunately, it happened not too far as I didn’t get use to sit in plié. Yet.

Who was Pontiac?

I was given this sign. Probably because I spent too much time in Automobile Museum.