We got the GPS to take the shortest route, and it had us ducking and weaving south and east for four hours, first through gently undulating farmlands with never ending cornfields and pockets of beautiful deciduous trees, many of them oaks. There were so many farms surrounded by well trimmed lawns. Like Rich's place, they had huge, huge barns and silos A few places had horses or catttle pens. It was perfect bike riding weather with a slightly cool breeze on a warm day and great scenery. WOW. So fresh.
Suburbia crept on us gradually with pleasant small villages (lovely places to stop for coffee or ice-cream)...
and then the out skirts of Chicargo which had comfotable green kerbs and trees scattered throughout, making it a highly desirable city to live in.
We had promised Michael Mara we would visit, so we headed to his place first and said G'day'. A cute cottage in a tree lined street with regular road humps to prevent speeding, and friendly, curious neighbours.
After getting settled in and cleaned up we returned to Michael's, who escourted us to dinner. It was an excellent local Italian restaurant. It would have been great to take a picture of Michael in his special coat and hat but the camera was left behind. We confused the poor waitress by having our salad with our main meal instead of first course. We figured if we are paying for the meal we could ask for a few dispensations. Michael is worried that he will not be welcome back after bringing us there. Our etiquette is questionable. We figure that his solft look with those big brown eyes, his perfect manners, and a few excuses on our behalf, will hold him in good stead.