Day 25- Clinton, IA 90 miles
My first spill of the trip. I was going about 18mph down a newly slick paved road, my bike went one way, and I went the other. Next thing I know, I was holding my butt crying in pain. Falling on your behind at that speed can definitely do some damage. For the next couple days, I walked around with an ice pack in my chamois, surprisingly not that many people noticed, and one person even thought I was carry a book back there. Ahhh, the wonderful world of Bike & Build.
Other than the crash, it was a lovely day.
A cute dog that we met along a farm road. He ran behind for about a mile.
ILLINOIS = corn fields (wide stance)
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