Am in the charming town of Columbus, Ohio now. Not pleased to be here either. To give you an idea of my mood when I stopped at the motel last night, the first 200 miles where ridden through a tornado. Really. And now I'm in A Knight's Inn Motel (fag ash ground into the carpet) in Columbus all I've seen of New Jersey, Pennsylvania and half of Ohio is the highway. I am not doing that again. German, on the other bike, will have to decide if he wants to rush all the way to Argentina (which seems to be his idea), or do some touring on the bikes, which is what I thought we were doing. There is a tense atmosphere in the motel room as I write. Maurizio is grimly watching cable tv. German is trying to wrestle with the distances involved in crossing the US in the time he has in mind. I've hung up my wet clothes from yesterday and am about to go out and find a drink now I have thawed out. It turned out to be 400 miles of freezing, gusty interstate all the way here - so mood only slightly better. Not keen on heading any further north. South is appealing. Total milage to date 1620.