Tent caterpillars of course! Freaky webs all down the highway so I just had to look it up. Eugh!
Welcome to Canada!
Well a super run up the US21 from Lowell up through Flint and St Johns (which according to McGeek is the mint capital).
The last stretch across the I-69 sees us finish at Port Huron the border crossing into Canada on the US Labor Day weekend holiday
Tomorrow we brave the queues to get across on the trike
But tonight saw us caught in the tail end of a thunderstorm as we made our way back from the Texas Steak House, so now it’s wash time
Who knew a holiday could be this much fun!
Interesting fact of the day, Thomas Edison lived here in 1854, selling newspapers, working on the railroad and testing numerous inventions
Read the history of Lowell last night while Mr Fogg slept. Cool book.
Main Street then (circa 1900):
And now:
In response is it better to be pillion or a rider
- No matter how off key your pillion is, you can’t hear them sing the wrong words to Bohemian Rhapsody
- It’s just you and the road (oh and a passenger)
- You can wave at all the totty and you still have the ole lady in case you don’t pull (gonna get a punch for that)
- The bike sounds and looks awesome and you can hear someone giggling when it vibrates
- You can still hear someone muttering “tree” like a demented lumberjack on crack, over the sound of the engine
- You get a hug, just about the time you are waving to totty
- You can fart all ride long knowing the ole lady is gonna suffer
- You get jabbed to tell you to turn left and right, but you can still ignore it and repeat number 7, whilst chuckling
- You do t have to listen to anyone jabber about history
- You have a hot biker chick with you all the time, to listen to you moan, to help you when you are lost and to hug you (repeat 7 when squeezed too hard)
After a relatively short ride today from Muskogen to Lowell, we have arrived at the quaint little Main Street Inn. It is right on the river on the small Main Street.
Lowell was founded in 1831 as a trading post. It’s the home of a retired showboat called the Majestic.
The Inn is right on the river, we have our own balcony and a beautiful room overlooking the Grand River. We’ll probably later have our very own collection of midges, mosquitos and large bites too, but I’ve a spray for that!
Mr Fogg is having a well earned snooze, having managed to find at least one large Harley store today and buy more Harley stuff (let’s not mention I also bought yet another t-shirt). So I’m relaxing on the balcony watching the river gently flow. Bliss.
Later we plan to go find the BBQ place, ribs are sounding good to me!
1. You can sing to your hearts content into your helmet, however off key and with the wrong words
2. You can practice mindfulness. Just “be”
3. You can wave at all the car drivers as you scoot past them
4. The bike vibrates. Nuff said
5. You can chuckle loudly and shout “tree” and since no one can hear, no one knows you are mad as a box of frogs
6. You get to hug your hubby all day long
7. You can smell the flowers, the trees (only downside is you can also smell if hubby has farted)
8. You can navigate by jabbing the rider
9. You can jabber about history with no-one complaining
10. Instant biker chick street cred
Of course, if you are Molly the dog, then who needs a reason to be pillion. She has been riding since she was a puppy and has her very own Facebook page.
It appears that Gerard Butler was wrong.
Because this is SPARTA!
Semi interesting fact – Sparta was once home to a former German prisoner of war camp
A nice poodle on the back roads to Lowell with the “ole lady” on the back.
And got Free t-shirts! Wooo!
Not to mention free bags, free chamois and tired feet.
But bye bye Milwaukee and helloooo Michigan.
This morning we are in very pleasant Muskegon, MI having a very shit breakfast. The view makes up for it though
So we left Milwaukee and the Harley’s, with literally hundreds arriving hourly from all over the world
And we managed to escape the visit by some political chap.
It’s been a fun two days at the museum (yes you heard right I enjoyed a museum), the veterans park which was a little water logged
And America’s largest Harley dealer with thousands of people attending the store and stands (with Mrs Fogg picking up anything that was free).
But now we’ve gone over Lake Michigan to Muskegon on America’s fastest lake ferry
To arrive in a different time zone (5 hours behind the UK), at 10.30pm to America’s lumber capital (in the 1800’s).
And now bed
Home to a statue of the Fonzie
Heyyy
and look at this where do we pick to eat! Right next to the hotel where this is about to happen
How super.