INTRODUCTION

Where to begin? It was a dark and stormy night...  (Snoopy).  No. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...  ...

Saturday, October 5, 2019

The Thin Blue Ride - Part 3 Day 27 - Glen Carbon, IL

Saturday, October 5th, 2019

Drive Report: None - We goofed off with Tim & Glynda Gasser all day.

This is a quick pic of The Rig at T&G's place - it's final layover before reaching MHK on Sunday.  It was a slow morning, which fits Susan and I just right.  As an added bonus, Glynda made pancakes.  I like Glynda - just don't tell her.


In the afternoon T&G took us on a tour of local areas of interest.  This was our first stop.  Given my prior life at RCPD, they thought of this.  Perfect!  Unfortunately, they were closed.  Not perfect!


So it was on to the next donut place.  These are some really good friends - no?  I wanted the t-shirt from this one, so in we went.


The shirt below and to the right of the bank robber mask is the one I was after.  Unfortunately, the only size they had left was 2X.  Odd - one would think those would be the first to go at a donut shop.  Even more problematic, Susan was intrigued with the bank robber ski mask.  Given the proclivities she demonstrated at Plymouth (see Part 3 Day 13), I left.  I don't want to have to testify.  


When I saw that the town with these shops was named after a pastry, I wasn't surprised.  I'm pretty sure they call those leclaires.  It's French - who knows...


Then they took me to a place where I could pick out my own steak for grilling tonight.  WOW!  I need to come here more often.


And the same place sold THESE!  Unfortunately, after being treated so shabbily by the Hostess legal department, I've sworn off anything from Hostess.  Regardless of whether its heaven in a cellophane wrapper or not.


And they were on such a roll.  I didn't know T&G were closet vegetable consumers.  What a pity...


Us with Tim and Glynda.  Tim is the tall one.  Friends are friends, now matter the years, the distance or the frequency with which you see to see each other.  Even if they do eat vegetables.

We head home tomorrow.  It'll be a big day - the post for which may show up a day late given the time we expect to reach MHK.  We'll just have to see.

Till next time.


The Thin Blue Ride - Part 3 Day 26 - Greenfield, IN to Glen Carbon, IL

Friday, October 4th, 2019

Drive Report:  246 Miles / 3:45

There were several official "final times" to The Thin Blue Ride as of last night: final time sleeping in The Rig, final shower in a box just big enough to stand in, final stay in an RV park, etc.  All this because by close of business today we'll be in Glen Carbon, IL visiting friends from BK (Before Kids) and staying at their house for two nights before heading out on our final trek in The Rig - the trek to MHK.

Today started a little slow, but turned out to be an adventure from which I am still recovering.  But the reader hadn't ought to feel bad for me, I knew what I was getting when I signed up...


OK - admittedly, this pic would be a lot better if there wasn't a high voltage power line in the background, but it's pretty good all the same.  This is a small Methodist Church we passed shortly after leaving the RV Park this morning.  The medium blue sky as a backdrop is pretty slick.


We decided to take the long road to Glen Carbon, IL (a St. Louis suburb) today so we went via Brazil.  In the recent past we've been to all sorts of exciting places; Paris, Russia, Macedonia, etc - but I didn't want to be seen as bragging.


We also passed back into Illinois again today.  We haven't seen Illinois since crossing the Mississippi River while headed East during the ride portion of the trip.  I thought I'd include this shot so the reader could appreciate the...simplicity...of Illinois' sign compared to, say, Indiana's from yesterday.  Additionally, the only other Illinois sign the reader saw was the one just outside Chester, IL when I was riding.  You may recall that it was plastered with stickers from passing T/Aers.  Ya can actually see this one.

Buckle up - this is where things went south.

I took this one as Susan was driving down the Interstate.  (Note:  Professional Driver on an open course, do not attempt this at home.)  She wanted something from the back.  I can't recall what it was - wait, it was lip balm - so I went to get it.  As I made my way back to the front, I heard her mumbling under her breath, something about "...shoot the gap."  I'd no idea what she was talking about until I got back up front and saw...


...this.  Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh!  As we went thru, Susan pulled out the lip balm I had just given her, rolled down her window, and tagged the FedEx guy's lead trailer with the Teamster's Logo.  Apparently there is still some animosity between Teamsters and the Fed Ex guys stemming from FedEx drivers in Charlotte voting to de-certify the Union in 2017.  I'm caught up in an internecine war...


Shortly after Susan's road rage incident there was this.  I didn't say anything - just hoped that she'd note that it was 100 feet tall and reflect on her recent behaviour.


As we got closer to Glen Carbon, scenes like this became more common.  The reader should note how far they can see in this pic.  We certainly did.  There's something about being in the East with your sight obstructed for so long by all those trees.  It leaves one feeling almost claustrophobic.  We both prefer our spaces a little more wide open.

We're close to home now.  Our intent at this point is to be back in Manhattan by Sunday evening.

Till next time.



Thursday, October 3, 2019

The Thin Blue Ride - Part 3 Day 25 - Butler, OH to Greenfield, IN

Thursday, October 3rd, 2019

Drive Report: 225 Miles / 3:39 (But this is a lie.) This because it took a LOT longer than 3:39 to get to Greenfield.  In the main, because at 0350 this morning (while we were still snug and comfy in bed) some unknown woman in Columbus, OH had the great misfortune to wander thru both ditches of the NB lanes of I-270 and then strike two electrical poles 78 feet from the highway.  The decedent’s car broke both utility poles and caused the power lines to sag over I-270.  This occasioned the closure of the road to repair said damage.  (According to local news outlets.)  And this, in turn, is what sent us and everyone else on both NB and SB I-71 scrambling for a route thru town to avoid the closed Interstate - hence the oodles of extra time on the road today.  As I type this it is 1645.  So - we lost somewhere between 1.5 to 2 hours getting thru Columbus.  While unfortunate, not nearly so much so as the decedent.

But, both before and after this unfortunate happenstance, we encountered plenty to talk about as well as some pics.  But first - some more talking.  Have I discussed highways lately?  No.  Because the states we’ve been in recently - namely Connecticut, Massachusetts and New Hampshire actually maintained theirs.  Such has not proven to be the case in Ohio (moderately well maintained in places - terrible in others) and Indiana (where we have only just arrived.)  Sections of I-70 in Indiana remind me of a Walmart parking lot that was in need of maintenance when given over to some place like Hobby Lobby for further neglect after Walmart moved out.  It was horrible.  Change was popping up out of the change holder in the dash, the AC cover fell from the ceiling, things plugged in fell from their receptacle, and there was the repeated Metallic BANG that only people who drive RV’s know.  But at least Indiana was kind enough to raise the speed limit to 70 mph on this long, straight stretch of neglected parking lot.  The tractor trailers appreciated it as they formed up in a line astern to pass us.  It was like the battle of Surigao Straight all over again - and we were on the receiving end.  Google it - the last time the ”T” was crossed in a naval engagement. (Well - OK - it wasn’t really that bad.  But it wasn’t fun either.)

OK - now that I’ve vented my spleen about the road conditions today, there were some highlights.  Some interesting scenery, a new state logged in the RV, probably the coolest barn of the entire trip...that sorta stuff.  Here’s what it looked like...

Right before we left the RV park this morning there had been a dense fog advisory, it had clearly lifted by the time we got out.  But the morning was beautiful and the pavement was (blessedly) good.  A rarity here, but as the reader can tell, this stretch was just repaved.  We had about 30 miles to get back to SB I-71.  Trust me when I say that it didn't look like this the whole way. 


Well, the scenery did, just not the road.  There were some quite sharp hills first thing this morning.  When I'm goin' over a hill top and slow down at the crest because the road still isn't visible in front of me, it's steep.  This was one of those.


Like I said, the scenery was pretty nice.


There were also some curves.  It reminded me of when, in Kansas, engineers build roads that generally follow a creek.  But they don't put 'em right beside the creek.  Instead, they put 'em on the sides of the hills close to the creek and then bend the road around as the hills bend with the creek.  Except here, there wasn't a creek, they were just following the contours of the hills in order to limit, as best as possible, going up and down all the time.  This is the result.


OK - best dang barn of the trip.  While it needed paint (a strike against it), it was HUGE, still solid, it had not one but two cupolas on top, then there's that overhang at the bottom - way cool.  Even money says that on the side away from the road there was a ramp leading to an upper floor hay loft to save work.  I'd have loved to get inside for a look see.


With this shot from the side, I'm betting that the overhang permits wagons to drive under and then hay can be thrown down from the loft onto the wagons below.


This barn isn't nearly as impressive, but it was immaculately maintained, as were the rest of the buildings.  We heard from the RV Park proprietor last night that there are a number of Amish in the area.  Hmmm - wonder if that has anything to do with the barns and their condition?


HEY - look at that!  We haven't driven on I-70 since turning off it onto K-156 West of Salina, KS on the first day of our trip.  It's true Toto - we're on our way home.

Disclaimer:  All pictures thus far in the post were taken by and used with permission of Susan Schoen Photography, LLC.  (I was driving.)


When Susan took over, I snagged this one.  Neither of us had any idea what this building was, but it made clear that we were still in Ohio.


As for myself, I had no doubt, since the good folks of Ohio had not yet bid us adieu.  (I picked up some French hanging out at Lake Champlain - only 27 miles from Quebec.)  I thought this (see pic) odd though.  Upon entering the state we were visited with the typical "Welcome to..." sign.  But when we leave?  Katie bar the door, we're gonna bend a tapered I-beam and stretch it over the highway - the better from which to hang our sign.


And as expected, we were soon in Indiana.  The crossroads of America - not sure how that works when the geographic center of the CONUS is in Kansas.  But anyway, they also harbored Lincoln during his formative years and lay claim to Benjamin Harrison.  And all this on one colorful sign.  Well then.  I suppose one had not ought to ask, "What have you done for me lately?"


We were pulling into the RV Park for the night when what to my wondering eyes do appear, but a huge field of beans to horizon and near.  Seriously, the farther South we went in Indiana, the more of this there was to see - and the more familiar it all became.  (To the tune of???)  It's beginning to look a lot like Kansas, every where I go, take a look at the beans again, note the clouds they are very thin, straight rows for when combines come agaaaaiiin...

C'mon - c'mon now - that's the definition of hilarious.  Besides, Walmart has Christmas stuff out already.  I'm just trying my best to stay relevant.

Till next time.

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

TheThin Blue Ride - Part 3 Day 24 - Ashtabula, OH to Butler, OH

Wednesday, October 2nd, 2019

Drive Report: 147 Miles / 2:20

As I said yesterday - short day today.  We pulled in to the KOA campground at about 1230, which is early for us.  But hey - laundry day is a big deal.  A guy doesn't wanna be without socks or...other stuff.  And so far as KOAs go, this one is...well...rustic.  Frankly I'm surprised that KOA sanctioned this particular RV Park.  And for a number of reasons.

First, it's literally in the boonies.  We drove mostly county roads for 16 miles to get here.  Part of that is because it's slightly off route.  The other part is that there were no other KOAs near by.  This should have told us something.  I asked the proprietor what the draw to the area was.  He said that people come here because it's Amish Country and to "recreate" (my word, not his) on the nearby Mohican River.  It's so wooded and remote here we kept expecting to run into the last of the Mohicans.  Second, the park isn't kept up very well and appears lacking in organization.  But at least the owner cleaned the laundry room before Susan could.  That's something, I guess.

So - say your prayers and hope that Google Maps is as efficient at getting us out of the boonies tomorrow morning as it was getting us here this afternoon.  All that aside, the trip here was both short and interesting...

This guy passed us early this morning.  I haven't seen one of these since Kansas, I don't think.  We were gonna follow him all the way home, but after just a couple of miles we remembered why no one does that - follows a cattle truck.  We cut him loose.


Once we headed South away from Lake Erie the terrain turned hilly.  I was surprised and expected Ohio to have gently rolling hills with fewer trees.


This was taken on a stretch of I-271.  For some reason the opposing lanes were elevated on a rather tall bridge while our side was much lower.  I couldn't figure out why.  But bridges aren't cheap, so I suspect there must have been a reason.


Susan took a pic of the Interstate early in the day while I was driving, but I forgot to include it - and as slow as cell service here is, I ain't going back to try an upload another pic.  Just believe me when I say that it showed three lanes with no traffic ahead of us for at least 3/4 of a mile.  Yeah - this is not that pic.  I took this one right after Susan started driving.  Readers who open this pic will be able to count seven rigs ahead of us.  At one point, Susan had one behind, one beside and one in front of us.  We were surrounded by Teamsters - she felt right at home.  She's been after me lately to install a CB radio in The Rig.  Teamsters are so 70s.


When this guy passed us, Susan told me she'd seen his rig before.  Turns out he was in last month's issue of Teamster's Travels magazine as winner of the "Rig of The Month".  (Apparently there is a calendar with pics of all 12 with their hoods up.)  There was enough chrome on this rig to plate an aircraft carrier.  And check out that paint job.  While the reader can barely see it, the tractor had an identical paint scheme.


But soon thereafter, we were in the aforementioned boondocks.  Not that the views were bad - just the roads... 


Another cool shot of an old farmstead.  Those are beans in the foreground.


And here are the previously mentioned roads.  I was a bit edgy, but Susan was quite calm having spent something like, oh, 4,000 miles on similar roads recently.


A combine!  We haven't seen one of these since about Kansas either.


The countryside was littered with nifty shots like this, but I had to pick just a few.


I like this one with the road disappearing in the distance.


And this one, where it disappears much closer to the dashboard.  Remember, I'm riding with Miss, "That's no 35 mile per hour curve, I took it at 45."  I've never seen an RV drift a curve before...


But she straightened it out just in time for me to snag this shot out my window.  I fully expected it to be blurry what with the speed we were traveling, but iPhone cameras must be pretty good.


When we got to this spot we both thought it reminded us of Missouri what with the trees and the road bobbing up and down over the hills.

Since today we departed the vicinity of the Great Lakes generally, let me say two words: Edmund Fitzgerald.  A couple of days ago when we approached Lake Erie, Gordon Lightfoot's song about the EF got stuck in my mind.  This morning at breakfast I searched YouTube and found this...


It's a hauntingly majestic song about the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald from 1976.  Twenty nine men lost their lives on that day in November of 1975 when she went down.  I was 16 when the song came out and only learned of the history of the EF much later in life.  So, take six minutes out of your day and give it a listen.  Then put yourself at the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral when that bell rang 29 times.  See if it doesn't tug at you.  It rings 29 times each year on the 10th of November...

Till next time.  































Tuesday, October 1, 2019

The Thin Blue Ride - Part 3 Day 23 - Weedsport, NY to Ashtabula, OH

Tuesday, October 1st, 2019

Drive Report: 254 Miles / 3:55

Hello, and welcome to today’s edition of The Thin Blue Ride - coming to you directly from Ashtabula, Ohio and nearby Lake Erie.  We are, officially, back in the Midwest.  And for the first time I can say that it feels good to be on the way home.  Susan and I have already begun making plans for things that will be happening in the not to distant future, and those plans involve things that will happen in MHK.  I’m ready - we’re ready.  But of course, we have to get there first - and the getting is sometimes as enjoyable as the getting away.  Today being an excellent example.  Most of what you’re about to see was OTR (Over The Road - some Teamster lingo there) action, but there’s still some unusual stuff to see...

In the middle of nowhere, New York we ran across this...piece of art...I guess?  It's an eagle landing on a branch.  I bet wingtip to wingtip this thing was 20 feet.  It was impressive.


Shortly thereafter we were passed by this rig.  He was hauling an entire load of antique tractors.  We ran into him again later and I got to talk to the driver.


OK - these vegetables have gone too far.  The carrot stick driving this thing passed us and loitered there.  "Love your veggies" - BAH!  And who eats a whole tomato with a fork - nobody, that's who.  Listen, if there's gonna be something red on the end of my fork, it'll be a rare piece of prime rib - with maybe a little bit of horseradish on it.  That's how I eat my vegetables - with prime rib.  Susan says this company only hires vegan Teamsters to drive their rigs.


Luck has been with us for the entire trip when it comes to traffic.  When the good state of New York decided to repair the opposite lanes of I-90 this is what happened.  The traffic was backed up for almost 5 miles.  we sailed right on by.



We were driving beside Lake Erie for a good while today, and finally got a glimpse.  I was driving The Rig at the time and Susan was in the passenger seat crankin off shots like a machine gunner on D-Day.  From our vantage point I think she did well, even tho it's not the best view of the lake.  I felt like when I glanced over I could see the curve of the horizon on the water - it was weird.


OK - prepare for "Old Tractor 101".  When we pulled in at the Pennsylvania Welcome Center to eat lunch and trade drivers, I saw the rig that had passed us earlier carrying all those old tractors.  Naturally I grabbed my phone and went over to chat up the driver and get some pics.  The conversation with the driver was quite interesting.  When he rolled the window down he said, "Do you speak French?"  Given that I was standing two footed on US soil I thought this an odd inquiry.  So I retaliated, " No. Do you speak English?"  (Given my cop background I thought maybe he had mistaken me for Inspector Clouseau.)  Driver, "No."  It was then that I noticed his rig bore door markings (In English, BTW) from Quebec, Canada - where French is all the rage.  After some gesticulating and grunting on both our parts (old world languages always involve grunting, it seems), it was clear that I was welcome to take some pics.  So I did just that...

This would be a Ford 851 Diesel tractor  - built between 1957 and 1961.  It's a direct descendant of the Ford 8n - which the reader may see later... 


This is a Cockshutt model 30, produced in Brantford, Ontario, Canada commencing in 1946.  Cockshutts were also sold in the US as "Co-Op" brand tractors.  This one isn't quite as sharp as some of the others, but is still a rare find.  I don't know what Cockshutt means in French...


This would be the venerable Ford 8n  - built between 1947 and 1952.  At its youngest, this baby is 67 years old.  I should look that good at 67...


This is a Massey Harris model 23 "Mustang".  I find that an interesting name for a tractor.  Does it look sporty?  Did Lee Iacocca design it?  Do ya buy it to go out and race the other tractors of the day?  It replaced the model 22, which I've heard was a fastback.  


And the final tractor on the load, a McCormick Farmall 350.  With a production run from only 1956-1958, there can't be many of these out there.


This was sitting beside the Interstate in a cemetery.  Seeing as how it's an old jet fighter, I surmise that it may have been a military cemetery, but am uncertain.  To me it looks like an old Lockheed P-80 Shooting Star, but I may be mistaken.  Regardless, it was kinda cool.


We finally made it to Ohio.  I was distressed to know that I had lost it, but relieved to know that the good folks in Ohio knew where it was.  Now I just have to solicit Ohio to give it back.


And we hadn't ventured far into Ohio when we made it to our stop for the night.  That's right boys and girls, Wally World once again.  The reader should note that the blue in the Walmart sign is identical to that of The Rig.  Rumor has it that Walmart will soon change its name to "Therig" in deference to our many nights sleeping on their vast expanse of "free for the night" pavement.

We went inside for a couple of minor things and Susan observed, "They feel the same everywhere."  There is something both comforting and disquieting about this truism.  

We're up and at 'em again early tomorrow.  However, it will be a short travel day as we need time to do laundry.  So, we're gonna call it at about 145 miles tomorrow and stay at a KOA (they always have laundry facilities) in Butler, OH.

Till next time.