This is one huge bridge over the Illinois River. Up until we got to the within about three miles of the river, the country side was rolling hills with lots of trees and smaller fields. Then there was a short down hill and we were on the the river flats and there were no more trees or hills. Just corn.
Latest in salt stained biking attire.
After a hard day in the saddle.
What do you think this guy is listening to? All the windows have tin foil on them. A lot of antennas. Is it a secret US listening post? Or maybe it is some one listening for aliens? It would have been interesting to go in but I was afraid to.