I prepared my chariot for its journey ahead. Tires? Check. Oil? Check. Heisenberg Compensator? Check.
Left off for my journey to the Ohio River, but not before helping the rider in front of find his way to I-74.
I valiantly led him through the wilds of US-27 and part ways. A boring 30 minutes later, I arrived at the Ohio River on lovely US-52.
Hmm, low on fuel. Might as well stop.
Everything was looking just fine. I stopped off at a little park took a few more pictures.
And then, somehow, I crossed the Atlantic, Europe, much of Eurasia and arrived in Moscow.
I stopped off at one of the locks and marveled at the size. The thing is huge.
Stopped for lunch at The Olde Dinner Bell and turned back around for home. A leisurely 180-ish mile day on with hardly any traffic to get in my way. It was a good day. : 46k miles