MAY 22ND, FRIDAY
We drove to Sue and Paul's house in Long lake, Illinois, and I put my stuff on board their RV. Paul's brother John arrived and we left for that big old race at 7:15 a.m.. We made a stop for gas at a Pilot station in Indiana along I-65. I decided to have a go at a Wendy's breakfast (I didn't even know Wendy's served breakfast). It is mighty good.
Along the way I saw a milk truck container with two cow statues on top and the words "We Got Milk & MOOORE. Kind of liked that one.
We stopped to change drivers again at what probably has to rank as the rankest, worst rest area I've ever been to. Certainly not a good reflection on the State of Indiana. Sue had to navigate a series of potholes that make even those in Chicago after a long hard winter look small.
Then, the bathrooms were closed and they had some mighty smelly and gross port-a-potties lined up outside. A lot of school kids were at the stop and their teachers were trying to get the girls to use those port-a-potties and those girls were surely grossed out.
Hey, Indiana, ya gotta clean 'em out once in awhile. I had to go, so held my breath and tried not to look and managed to get out without gagging.
Not Exactly a Hoosier Welcome. --RoadDog
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