Last day on the bike and it started out pretty interesting. No problem getting up with our usual 6:15 alarm, unplugging the Scala bluetooth headsets, ContourHD helmet cam, iPhones, camera chargers and laptop from the Belkin Mini Surge Protector and Callpod Chargepod, and packing everything into our three hard cases and tank bag where we’ve figured out pretty precisely where everything fits. The process of carrying them downstairs, Ann takes a side case and the tank bag along with her helmet and jacket, I take my stuff and the top case and other side case, went off as it has for the past several days.
But when backed the bike out of the garage and turned out of the hotel driveway, everything was eerily quiet. It occurred to me that we may have missed a time change or looked at the wrong clock when we got up. Just then a pickup appeared around the bend that leads to the main street of town, driving at about 5 miles an hour and straddling the centerline of the two lane road. Yellow lights on the roof blinked like a pilot car leading a doublewide trailer down the highway, but instead of a sign reading “wide load,” this truck had a diamond-shaped orange sign with a black profile of a cow on it.