Run to Milwaukee

True to his punctual form Capt. Icerider had us all lined up, organized, briefed and ready to roll at 6:30 am on Wednesday morning. 15 scooters and a lone pick up truck had assembled for the trip and eagerly heeded all instructions. At his command engines fired up, kickstands snapped up, transmissions clunked into gear and clutches let out. Hatchet put a block on West Clay and we were on our way. We effortlessly made our way through the St. Louis morning traffic and soon found ourselves rumbling into the Land of Lincoln.


Well planned and scheduled fuel and rest stops had us stopping almost exactly every 100 miles. This seemed to work out very well for all fuel tanks and with a bit of squirming and gritting of teeth, the bladders were forced into the compliance with the plan.

Amazingly, each leg of the trip went by very quickly. The weather was nothing short of incredible and all riders did an absolutely remarkable job of riding in great group formation. Thanks to the help of good ole CB's, negotiation of traffic and lane transitions became poetry in motion.

Out third stop found us in Rockford, Illinois topping off the tanks and tummies as well. Additionally we had the extra treat of dropping into Kegel Harley Davidson just make sure that we were not passing up any absolutely "must haves". After all can't take a chance on not finding anything to buy when we get to Milwaukee.

Leaving Rockford we got away from the Interstate for a little while to avoid some construction work and the hassle of toll booths. We were rewarded with an extra bonus of riding through some beautiful countryside out of northern Illinois and into Wisconsin. Ultimately we were back on Interstate and rumbling along into Milwaukee. Rolling into the hotel parking lot was indeed a welcome site. We had just put in nine hours and the rapid check in work of the desk clerks was a super bonus that got us into our rooms and a dash through the showers to freshen up for a bite of dinner.