

They do not allow bikes on the bridge crossing the Mississippi so we got ferried across. I was a little concerned that the truck might of put us over the weight limit but the captain assured us we would stay afloat.

Finally reached another state. Illinois watch out, the bikers are in town! The scenery is a bit different and I feel like I am getting closer to the East

Behind me is the bridge we couldn't cross. The town of Quincy is more like a city. We rode down main street which was beautiful with big shady trees and old mansions on both side.

My roommate Brian and I skipped dinner that night and picked up a picnic lunch and caught a concert in the park which was only 1.5 miles from the hotel. A lot of Sinatra music and some Latin pop. At the end of the night the drummer let me have a little fun on the drums.
Go Chuck Armstrong! Keep pushing those pedals! - Jack
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