Day 2

We were two miles down the single-lane dirt road when I realized that dogs and cows are not alike. Heading across Ohio on Day 2 of the 2018 Prefrontal Tour had begun with copious amounts of drizzle that had turned intermittently to torrential amounts of rain during the journey. It was Jim's turn to navigate, and his Harley-Davidson navigational unit thought it would be great fun to send us down several dirt roads in central Ohio. Any decent pack of dogs would have tilted their heads to the side in that universally recognized gaze of "what the hell are you doing", but the cows just stared flatly from the sides of the road as they chewed their cuds. In the end, it was more than worth the detours. Arriving in Zanesville, we stopped briefly at the Harley dealership to replace Jim's throttle palm rest that had leapt into the bushes a few miles back, and I picked up one for myself. Two turns later we were on the legendary "Triple Nickel", or Ohio Route 555 from Zanesville to Chesterhill, winding through the Wayne National Forest. Hundreds upon hundreds of turns, twists and blind hills, made only more ominous by the same number of turkey vultures wheeling overhead. What seemed like hours later we emerged grinning from the motorcycle amusement park and motored northeast 20 miles to the historic Hotel Lafayette on the Ohio River.

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