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- Post pizza party at Courtney's Place in Toronto, K...
- Day 30, Blazing Hot Saddles
- Lake front property - Chateau Velo
- Day 29, The states get fewer and farther between...
- Day 28, Ozark, aux arcs!
- Day 27, Things we learned today
- Days 25 and 26, MO Wine-fueled century, and beer-f...
- Blog cut short...only 13mi to Cali (MO)
- Bike Manager extraordinaire!! Thanks Mom!!!
- Day 24, Napa Valley, Sonoma, Oregon, Washington, t...
- Day 23, Explorers in Raccoon Tail Hats
- Day 22, Will Illinois ever end?
- May just be our best stateline pic yet...we've had...
- Day 21, Drowning by 18 Wheelers
- Day 21, Drowning by 18 Wheelers
- Day 21, Drowning by 18-wheelers
- Day 20, Kamikaze Coons!
- Day 19, Fish Tailing in the Dirt and Gravel of Ind...
- Look Mom more corn!!
- Day 18, O'Dark Thirty
- Day 17, Ski Season!
- Day 16, In Defiance of Headwinds
- Day 15, WhooEeee Dog, It's Fair Day!
- Top Thrill Dragster, $25M manmade fear
- Day 14, Three, Two, One, Go...
- Day 13, Race to the Rollercoasters
- Day 12, Beware too much sugar
- Salade n Sun on the beach on Lake Eerie
- Day 11, The Generosity of Others
- Day 10, Motel Luxe
- Day 9, will our stuff ever be dry?
- Arcadian Vineyards, Seneca Lake
- Day 8, Vineyard Haven
- Day 7, Nascar 101
- Watkins Glen, 19 waterfall gorge
- Day 6, Podunk Road
- Day 5, Jeepers, 92 miles!!
- Day 4, Girlz in the Catskillz
- Day 3, One State Down, 11 to Go!
- The real beginning (50 lbs heavier...each!)
- Day 2, trailers and all...
- Day 1, Spinning it Out
- The Night Before...
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And there will be more soon after. Indiana is up there in both corn and soybeans, Illinois is the world's largest producer of soybeans, and Iowa is the world's largest producer of corn. Let me tell you, it's easier on the eyes when you're driving past it at about 75 mph on Interstate 80/90. I'd begin to be terribly fearful of getting trapped by the Children of the Corn if I had to ride right next to it.
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