Five a.m., had just got on 250 south leaving Schaumberg IL heading out on a thousand mile trip to bring a new to me 2007 KLR650 not yet named Biffy Bullfrog back to Dull-Aware.. Whole crapload of trucks with the same idea: trying to get a jump on traffic round Chicago. Truck in front, another to my left, truck right behind, cement barriers to the right. No one inclined to let me out of this trap. Flatbed in front carrying bundles of 2'x8'x1/2" foam insulation boards. Bundles laid longitudinally on the flat bed, strapped down from side to side. A bundle in the middle blew out of the stack and tumbled into the road and started flipping end to end. Doink, flip, doink, flip. The foam itself wouldn't have hurt much, just knock me down and let the truck behind do the work. Couldn't tell where it was going to be when I got there, couldn't stop (KLR derives from the Japanese for "no brakes") and besides, there was this truck behind me. Nowhere to veer. All I could do was aim right at it and hope it was gone when I got there. Ducked and it brushed right over me. Truck behind splattered it into a thousand bits. Looked up, and there was the stack with a hole through the middle where t.hat one had blown out. Other bundles round the hole wiggling and sliding. Put my left signal on, and the truck to the left braked to give me a place to dodge. He and the truck behind both got on their radios, shaking their heads. I got the heck out of there.
I bought Biffy from a guy in Elgin who was getting laid off from Caterpillar at the beginning of our economic woes. It was the dead of Winter, snowing like a bandit in Chicago. Have a friend here with a brother lives in Schaumberg. Had the PO deliver it to him. I flew out in April and rode her home. I like buying bikes at a distance. Always fine adventures.