PERIMETER RUN - A TRIP AROUND THE EDGE OF THE UNITED STATES
ONE RIDER ONE MOTORCYCLE. ONE TRAILER. ONE TRIP. ONE LIFETIME. ONE CHANCE
WELCOME TO THE RIDE OF A LIFETIME. MAY YOU ENJOY THE TRIP, TOO.
WITH SPECIAL THANKS TO BRIAN, LAUREN, MARIE, ADAM, MARIEL AND THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS AND MEMBERS OF THE 1ST MICHIGAN COLONIAL FIFE AND DRUM CORPS FOR THE CHANCE TO CHASE ONE MORE DREAM.
HANTA YO - "CLEAR THE WAY"
AUGUST 19, 2006 - PHOTOS FROM THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED
This entry was posted on 8/20/2006 9:26 AM and is filed under Photos.
AS WE TRAVELED TOWARD WISCONSIN, I NOTICED THIS SIGN. PARKING THE BIKE QUICKLY, I PULLED A DOLLAR OUT OF MY WALLET AND RAN INSIDE TO TALK TO SUZY. AFTER THROWING THE DOLLAR ON THE COUNTER, I ASKED HER TO SHOW ME HOW SHE DID THE TWRILY THING. SHE HANDED ME SOME KIND OF PIE AND ASKED FOR THREE MORE DOLLARS. I HAD NO IDEA THAT PASTIES WERE FOOD.
NOW I KNOW!!
WHAT A GREAT LITTLE TOWN THIS WAS JUST ACROSS THE MICHIGAN BORDER IN WISCONSIN. A REALLY PRETTY STREAM MEANDERS THROUGH THE PLACE AND THE CAMPERS ARE WITHIN WALKING DISTANCE OF VIRTUALLY NOTHING. I SAID IT WAS A LITTLE TOWN AND I MEANT IT. IT WAS VERY PRETTY THOUGH.
ONE OF THE MANY PICTUREEQUE FARMS THAT WE ENCOUNTERED ON THE ROAD.
DIGEST THIS LITTLE KNOWN FACT: WISCONSIN IS THE MAJOR SOURCE OF TALIBAN WAR BRIDES IN THE WORLD TODAY. THIS COTTAGE INDUSTRY HAS REALLY TAKEN OFF IN THE LAST FEW YEARS.
MILWAUKEE'S MILLER PARK WITH THE ROOF OPENED. THE BREWERS WERE PLAYING AND THE PACKERES WERE PLAYING IN TOWN AS WELL. THE BASEFALL REFS GOT INTO A BIG TUSSLE WITH THE FOOTBALL REFS AND ALL WERE EJECTED FROM THE GAMES BY THE RESPECTIVE MASCOTS OF THE TWO TEAMS AND FOUR OF THE CHEER LEADERS FROM THE PACKERS. THOSE CHEER LEADERS LOOKED LIKE FOOTBALL PLAYERS TO ME.
THIS NOTE FROM WILSON: I HAD BEEN HELD CAPTIVE SINCE BEING FORCED TO TRAVEL FROM VIRGINIA. WHILE THE VARIOUS SIGHTS WERE PLEASANT, THERE WAS STILL THAT ODIOUS FACT THAT I WAS ON TOP OF A TRAILER BEHIND A MOTORCYCLE. TODAY I MADE MY SECOND ATTEMPT TO FLEE. THE OPPORUNITY CAME WHEN THE TRAILER HIT A BUMP AND THE BUNGEE CORDS HOLDING ME DOWN SLING SHOTTED ME AWAY. THE FELLOW HOLDING ME WAS ABLE TO RETRIEVE ME, DAMMIT. MY BRIEF FREEDOM WAS FOILED, AGAIN. TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY. I HAVE BEEN SECURED EVEN MORE TIGHTLY THAN BEFORE. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I WILL KEEP THIS STUPID VAPID GRIN ON MY BATTLE SCARED FACE UNTIL MY FREEDOM IS, ONCE AGAIN, ASSURED.
8/20/2006 4:36 PM
Norman Morin wrote:
I watched the movie Cast Away last night with Tom Hanks and his soul mate was Wilson, a volley ball. He was stranded on an island for about four years and started talking to Wilson. I hope your not getting loony and talking to your Wilson. Love your "stuff." I'll be waiting patiently for the book. Reply to this
8/21/2006 6:43 AM
Jane wrote:
If his little wings weren't molded to the sides of his little rubber body, poor little Wilson might have a chance at flying to freedom! The slingshot method was a good attempt on his part, though! Hang in there, Wilson! You're almost to final destination and will be free at last! Reply to this
8/21/2006 10:53 AM
Stacie Perry wrote:
Mark- I should have been following your site all along, but never had the chance. I have now spent the last few days catching up on everything you have seen and done. I have really enjoyed reading about your journey and seeing the photos of the beautiful places you have been to. Please enjoy the remainder of your trip! Ride safe! -Stacie P.S. Please tell Bob that Corinne & Charlotte send their Papa big hugs & kisses. Reply to this
8/21/2006 6:19 PM
Emilie wrote:
Give up the ghost Wilson, if a mouse with a genetically altered brain and a moron sidekick couldn't do it every week, chances it's damn near impossible. Besides, do you have any money to escape with? I thought not. Reply to this