R2TB Day 4

The 70 foot stone wall shadowed our shelters from the fire of the early morning sun. A few more hours of relaxation was the result. The rocky trail proved to be more treacherous on the way out than the way in. Once out of its shadowy whom the suns heat was hard to ignore. A bro ride was in full effect. The afternoon swimming hole developed into a shanty town through until the next morning. There we reunited with the Shitheads from Florida and a few midnights riders that had to take care of some business before leaving Chicago. A violent storm chased them into camp. The howling of the wind, crashing of the waves and the rolling thunder made for good sleep on this night.

R2TB Day 3

The day started off as wonderful as the pile of pancakes that Emily had waiting for each weary drifter as they emerged their tents. Time was not rushed and each mile past was equivalent to one breathe of crisp clean air. The culmination of our motors was as deafening as a swarm of cicadas. We chased a locomotive to the bridges of Louisville were it gently placed us in a cool fresh stream. There we met some Louisville Lagoon Creatures who offered us opiates.... we consumed their ale instead. Ivan lead the pack to our final resting place to close the day. Upon arrival we were met with a closed gate. A rooster guided through Cemetery Gates were we contemplated laying our heads to pass the night sky until Ivan suddenly remembered a little hidden secret that was awaiting us just up the hill. It's rock face was the perfect place to wait out the sunrise.

Oh what unquiet things

of this doth bring

you waken our slumber from the hill

.

You know not hither

just where you lay

blood of our brothers and fathers

has long since spilled

.

Oh how you will struggle for slumber

as we have for ours

we will cradle you in sound

well beyond the morning hours

.

Sleep then, If you will

through the train's

slow

grind

through the hills

.

Sleep then, if you will

through the marching

iron

war

elephants

.

Sleep then, if you will

through the echoing

voices

barking

your imagination

.

Oh how we will haunt thee

Sleep when you leave

.

.

R2TB Day 2

After a night of mischief and all night raccoon fights the sun finally shined upon our foreheads. The ranger wanted 15 bucks a tent on top of the site fee. We told him we'd keep our 15 bucks and sleep on the ground. Uneaten campfire fix'ns were feasted upon by the local wildlife the whole night through. A late night scuffle between two coons broke out just feet from myself and Mitch's head. Mitch yelled at them as if they were disobedient school children and told them to go fight some place else. We hit the road early this morning in search of a cool swimming hole. We harvested bones from its island... toked the plantlife and bombed the hill. After a good swim food was on the mind. I'll tell you that decent food and good service is hard to find in this part of the country. We got our fill of shit food and geriatric karaoke then hit the two laners once again. The setting sun chased us into Bloomington Indiana. Dave Herr kindly took us in once again and showed us around the town. The whiskey was flowing like the waterfall we left in Logansport. After a few bars, a weird Gentleman's Club and quick run through the local Taco Bell drive through every Copper and University Patrol Officer in the town was up our ass. Just when it looked as if at least four of us were going to jail we all walked away and slept off our intoxications.

Miah...... did you hear that? X 50