Went for a gravel-road-run Sunday morning. I just had to get out. The Army bike was ready. As I rode around this area of rural Iowa . . . I saw lots of stuff. Influences. History. The ethanol plant is such a joke. It's good for employment - that's it. It stands alone - in the corn. Woods are coming down to make way for more corn. My Harley 45 snubs it's tail pipe at the plant - It can run on a mixture of diluted gasoline, naptha and water. Modern times are not always the best-of-times.
I dedicated my morning ride to a woman named Laura Seaton. She's buried in the Floyd Cemetery. She passed away on March 28th 1887. Age: 64 years, 8 Months, 18 Days. I'm sure she was quite a lady. I realized the importance of getting out and doing some things. She had a different life. Possibly a better life than we do?