Saturday, July 24, 2010
83 miles of rural Wisconsin. The tour company tries to keep us off the main routes, where possible, and on the back roads...like this one. Yellow butterflies flew up in clusters ahead of the bike wheel. The Fond du Lac laundromat, which I used on arrival, was in the back of a bar, populated by tatooed, inbred, retarded people, who like to drink beer and play pool while their clothes go round. Nine out of the ten dryers were out of order.