7/14   Friday            198 mi

Dubuque, IA to Havana, IL                

We had the motel breakfast and Mike decided to take his motorcycle to the dealership for service.  I was surprised that he decided to pack up everything and check out of the motel without knowing if the bike could be serviced.  Mike and Dianna rode to the dealership early to get service ASAP so we packed up and checked out and met Mike and Dianna at the dealership.  It took about 3 hours to get the bike fixed and the problem happened to be a short in the wiring harness to the brake light caused by wear and weight pinching the wires.  This was repaired but the serviceman noticed that Mike also had a leak in the fuel line which he could not repair because the part was not available.  The technician suggested that Mike keep his gas take more than half full to avoid trouble.  

While waiting, I took a walk around the parking lot for half an hour and we milled around the store and I took pictures of Mike, Diana and Tamera in the store.  As we were waiting on Mike’s motorcycle to be released, I walked out to my motorcycle to put on some sun screen.  I noticed another pair of couples milling around much as we were while waiting on the servicing of Mike’s bike.  I didn’t think much about it but out in the parking lot I asked one of the guys that had been waiting around where he was heading and he said in a snooty disgusted tone “back to Arkansas, if we can ever get there.”  He said that if his friends Harley ever got out of the service department his friend was going to ride it down the road to the Honda dealer and buy a gold wing.  His attitude and demeanor really pissed me off.  I hadn’t noticed until then that he had a gold wing but I just walked away with out any further conversation.  

Mike’s bike was ready and the work was covered under his extended warrantee so he got out of it without charge and a small inconvenience of lost time.  It was hot and getting hotter and got hotter as we headed south and away from the river.  Since we were off to a late start, we weren’t going to get home this day.  We might have been able to do so if we used I74 but we decided to take the back roads instead.  

We took US52 south from Dubuque into Illinois at Savanna and then took IL78 south all the way to US136 stopping a couple times to get out of the sun.  Havana, IL was east of the intersection with US136 and on the Illinois River which was bigger than I imagined, big enough for barges.  We looked for gas but only found low octane at the first stop and 92 octane at the station across the road that we had passed earlier.  Dianna or Tamera had talked to someone that told them there was a station further ahead that had the 93 octane fuel but I didn’t understand what they were telling me as I drove back to the other station.  Oh well, we gassed up and began looking for a motel.  

We passed a motel in town, the Sycamore, and found the Red Lion on the outskirts of town.  We headed back to the Sycamore motel because that would offer us the chance at walking to a restaurant or bar rather than ride.  The neon sign read “Vacancy” and the door in the entry way did as well but as I asked the lady inside for a room she said “We got nothin’ for ya.”  She obviously didn’t want our kind (motorcyclists) staying there so we left without incident and headed back to the Red Lion where the owner was an Indian or Pakistani who welcomed us and provided accommodations to care for our bikes.  He had parakeets on the loose in the lobby hopping around on a large vining philodendron plant.  

Not being close enough to walk to dinner Tamera and Dianna ordered pizza and Mike and I rode to buy some beer and tropical coolers, then rode to pick up the pizza.  We ate pizza and drank the beer and coolers at the picnic table outside our rooms.  Mike got out a cigar and offered one to me and we both enjoyed puffing away at them.  I got out my $1 mini tripod but had to figure out the time delay on the camera.  I got a few group pictures that way.  There were many rabbits, big and babies, in the field next to the motel and they came out to play and eat near the edge of the parking lot.


Dubuque IA Welcome

Tamera & Dianna waiting

Mike waiting

service department

crossing the Mississippi

crossing the Mississippi

crossing the Mississippi

cooling off in Kewanee IL

cooling off in Kewanee IL

Paul & Mike cool heads

cooling off in Kewanee IL

bikes at Havana IL motel

group after pizza & beer

bikes at Havana IL motel

Paul lights a Cuban in Havana

group after pizza & beer

bikes at Havana IL motel

group after pizza & beer

group after pizza & beer

bikes at Havana IL motel

no Mike, it's a bird

group before turning in

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