Staying in the same junction, I didn’t notice the largest Wagon in the world and missed it. The next day I was back, being curious how it could happen.
- Looking at the full moon at my last night at mobile home in Pontiac.
- Changing the ugly panniers to my own construction with hiking poles and two sporty bags.
- Hitching through Bloomington which I visited already few times with Harley’s “maniac”.
- Getting warned about coming Maple Syrup farm and tenting there.
- Riding through pretty town Atlanta, eating historical sandwich and making a final decision of eating only in McDonald and Dairy Quine.
- Coming to Lincoln, fixing my packaging in some garage and passing the largest Wagon in the world without noticing it.
- Arriving to the Broadwell motel in twilight and pushing towards Elkhart because Broadwell was completely empty like a ghost town.
- Pushing hart to the next town, Elkhart, ending up at the Talk of the Town Bar and getting permission to set my tent in their pretty backyard
- After finalizing my tent setting, coming inside for an apple sider and was offered to stay with few locals in their spare bedrooms. Chad was the first who offered, so I had a good sleep at his house and wake up much later then he’s gone to his work.
- Morning ride with bar’s lady back to Lincoln to see missing Wagon, the biggest in the world
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