The city that beer built.

 

I can't remember what the town is actually called, but it has something to do with being awesome. I woke up at seven already knowing that it was supposed to rain, but I was hoping it wouldn't be for long. It rained forever. An hour after I woke up I rechecked the radar and the rain just kept covering more and more area. 1030 came around and I said screw it and left. I had wanted to leave a lot earlier because I was going to go to the Harley Davidson museum by around 9 when it opened. I went to north Milwaukee to check out this motorcycle coffee shop called fuel cafe. This place was really cool, photos of all sorts of racing and on one wall there was a giant photo of some 70's dirt track racers. This place was doing it right. I haven't had a coffee that good in a long ass time. They also host some motorcycle gatherings throughout the year, might have to go for it sometime. I then headed souf through the city to the museum. I got a strong industrial/ hard working town. Bars and factories all intertwined in the same way the new and old parts of the city did as well. The museum was right downtown next to the river in a cool looking modern blacked out buildings. I parked my little baby honda next to all the other massive touring Harley's. It was 18 bucks to get in, which I was questioning why as the barber museum was 15 and had a lot more bikes, but the way everything was set up with the memorabilia and the effects and lighting was pretty damn sweet. I saw Harley #1 so that was a thing that happened. One really strange thing, well I guess it not strange since it is how Harley does shit, but they had  very little displays of their new stuff, like the v rod. The museum worked though I really wanted a Harley half way through, but then they got into "look at how cool our owners are, and how they have style" rather than the bikes themselves. Just trying to sell the brand. Still, after seeing the New Orleans cops on Harley's did look pretty cool. Anyways, I had to get the fuck out of Milwaukee to make it home before dark. When I got out slide the rain had become nearly over, and the sun started shining through and all the roads started steaming up. Pretty awesome. Off I went to Minnesota. People stopped driving properly. I assume that since people are going ten over the speed limit they are and always will be the "faster moving traffic" so they sit there and plant, holding everyone up. Some fuckwad wouldn't move over with two wide open lanes to the right of him, and as I passed him on the right he flicked me off. I don't get it. Wisconsin is all farm and forest, pretty to look at, but you have no reference or cities on the way to use as reference. I spent the last 140 miles of Wisconsin  behind two gals in a Pontiac g6, and as the pulled off in Hudson they waved goodbye, so sweet. Coming through St. Paul/ Minneapolis it was weird looking at it comparing the  past 13 or so metros over the week.