I don't think I passed a single business for the bulk of my 65 mile ride today. It was all farms, houses, big chunks of road, 10-14 mile stretches at a time which made it easy to put on some music and get in the zone.
The roads I was on were so rural I didn't even see a "Welcome to Indiana" sign. Angola was the first hint of a town I saw all day. It seems like your quintessential small town. I'm sitting in the Village Kitchen on the 4th of July getting a fat plate of food for $4 while the locals seem to be continuing conversations they started here yesterday.
Chairs and blankets are already lined up along the street at 8:00am for the parade at 11:00am. Having a fire and eating s'mores with Lou Ann and her family while her grandkids caught fireflies in a jar might've been the most American I've felt, whatever that means.
I've said it so many times but, nights like these, meeting families, becoming a temporary member has been the highlight of this trip.
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