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Prologue

I departed Truckee on my GoldWing motorcycle at 3 a.m. on August 7th. I chose that time to avoid the desert heat that had been sliding across the United States. As good fortune had it, there was no excessive heat, but an early departure had other benefits. Traffic is light in the early hours. Ten hours of riding can comfortably cover 500 miles. Arrival at a motel where the desk clerk is eager to negotiate a price is another plus.

The end of the first day saw me in Park City, UT, in the mountains east of Salt Lake City. The second day took me to Cheyenne, WY, where I spotted many Harley Davidson Motorcycles. They were all going to, or coming back from, Sturgis, ND, for a motorcycle rally.

Although the Harley drivers have always been friendly to this driver of a "Tupperware Couch," I am never entirely comfortable in their company. I guess Marlon Brando survives in mythology.

On to Omaha for the third night, then to the little town of LaPorte, IN, for my forth night.

On the fifth day I departed IS 80 and took IS 94 to access Monroe, Michigan, for a quick visit to my cousin and her husband, Louise and Bob Blazoff, and their wonderful and amazing large extended family. It was Louise's birthday and most of her family was there to help with the celebration. It took most of the afternoon for me to put names with relationships and position in the family.

The second night in Monroe I enjoyed a BBQ dinner with Louise's brother Jim Coyne, his beautiful bride June and their family. After dinner we drove out to the marina and then to the old Coyne family residence that I remembered from my childhood.

The next morning, after a hug and a kiss from Louise, I went to Detroit and crossed into Canada. Why? Because it was there.