14/11/2006. Arrived at the Monticello, 100 miles north of Indianapolis 8pmish. Pretty bloody cold on the road again. Not so windy with clear sky and startling light all day. Left the Motel 8, a motel that has almost given up the pretense of actually being a motel, at 9.30. A triumph, the earliest we’ve manage to get off in the morning. The plan is to try to do better tomorrow, and get into Chicago early. Went straight to the Speedway. Looked at very fast cars not moving. Look pictures. Maurizio decided to head off on his own - probably for the best. We took a last picture of the three of us at the Speedway. German and I took the 421 north. Not riding far, quiet roads, some of them even a bit bendy. Landscape almost uniformly flat, which I liked. Big sky. Many of the fields of maize we passed displayed at the roadside signs stating the name of the manufacturer whose genetically modified grain had produced the crop. Alarming in a rural kind of way. Mileage 1945.