Out of the dodgy motel

Day 29
Distance travelled: 84.6 miles
Time in saddle: 6hrs 58 mins
Overall distance: 2614 miles

I was glad to get out of the motel. When I turned the taps on to have a shower the water was brown, however it soon cleared and I was able to wash my dangly bits. I woke to the sound of coughing; wheezing and farting…when I got out of my room it was worst. How dare they steal my thunder, pardon the pun. As I left all the residents were sat outside their rooms, looking worse for wear. I bet they paid more for the booze than they did for their room, unlike me. When I arrived last night you could see the owners eyes light up when he heard my accent. It was like something out of the Beverly Hillbillies, the only thing that was missing was granny in a rocking chair. I’m surprised that my bed sheets didn’t have eye holes cut out of them. There was a woman…all twenty-eight stone of her potting a plant. I thought ‘that’s a big pot to put a plant in’ …it was her leg…come to think of it the plant was probably a bush…please don’t ask. As I was leaving I would have shook the owners hand but I wasn’t sure how to negotiate the extra finger on his right hand.
As I was leaving I am sure I heard a banjo playing in the background and I can't swear but I thought I saw Burt Reynolds standing in the shadows with a bow and arrow...just in case. But I got away....deliverance, thank the lord.
The wind was against me this morning and it will probably be like that all day. Never mind soon be home.
As I was riding up to a town called Knightstown I came across two young American guys called Boris and Ian who were walking across America from Connecticut to Los Angeles. I thought I was hard done to cycling. They must be crazier than me. I told them that they would meet some really nice people and I hope they do.
I stopped at Knightstown for breakfast, it seems a lovely town. As I was cycling into town I came across a funeral home with a ‘Butcher Chapel’ probably not the best name to be associated with a funeral home.
It has been a good day. Nothing much has happened except cycling of course. A few dogs barked at me but none chased me…. it was probably too hot.
I passed through Wayne County….cool. That wouldn’t happen in the UK unless I changed my name to Cheshire.
I finally left Indiana and entered Ohio. Only a couple to go.
I finally go into Inglewood, quite a large town with a nice motel. I could have cycled further but the chance of a decent place to stop swung it for me. The hotel hasn’t got the Internet but it is clean, reasonable and the people who run it are sober….a plus. I will have a wonder into town to see if any of the eating-places have the Internet so I can upload my blog. I will sort something.
I spoke to Daniel and Thomas, my sons today. It was great to hear their voices. The only problem with speaking to them is once I put the phone down I feel really homesick. I can’t wait to see them. I’m going to embarrass them to death with the amount of hugs and kisses coming their way.