Another day, a new home, not much more. I wanted across the river, and border, to Illinois in hopes that the other two cities in the quad city area would have more attractions. They didn't. Determined to move about and discover, I hopped on my bike. Thankfully it was a Sunday, so there was zero traffic out to get me.
I had come upon a place called Rock Island, which was neither an island, nor did I find many rocks. But I did find a car show going on. With old school mustangs, all the way up to the 2015 Polaris Slingshot, it was small on size and big on variety. The show favorite seemed to be the corvette, with numerous models from every generation, and in as varying conditions as well.
I found some of the random art, and rode along the river, just killing time and enjoying the beautiful summer day. Not too hot, not too cold, kind of like April 25th. As much as I tried, I couldn't find anything that really captured my interest. Wandering back to my car, I did some more work, a and as the evening settled down, I packed up for the 3 hour drive to Chicago.
Leaving the great blue skies at dusk, with the sun setting at my back in a fire filled orange storm made glances in my rear view mirror frequent before night fell and the clouds took over.
Only half way to Chicago, and off in the distance an orange glow from the city lights filled the foggy horizon. This was the next real big city since Minneapolis. Difference was, it was Chicago, a mecca for fashion, industry, culture and more. Thankfully, I have a friend to show me around the nooks and crannies of the city, and keep me from getting in too much trouble.
