Grass Shoulder

I just rode over 100 miles of Illinois blacktop with grass right up to the edge - no shoulder.  Passing trucks, getting passed by a couple locals in speeding cars (and a few sportbikes).  A milk truck about blew me off the road.  Mostly runnin' 65 in 55 zones on my '64 ironhead with minimal brakes and wiggly handling.  It was a tripout - Trying to pay attention to the road - My hands gripping the bars and nerves crawlin' up my spine at times.  Mature oak trees growing right near the edge of the highway.  Some larger trees had big, bare spot scars - barren of tree bark - like where a 1955 Chevy Wagon struck, changing lives forever.

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