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50 States Day 97

Day 97, Mequon to Green Bay, 145 Miles
"To live is the rarest thing in the world.  Most people exist, that's all."
~Oscar Wilde

Sometimes riding the back roads makes for a great day. Today, however, we spent more time and energy missing the freeway than was worth it. I'll skip many of the details, but we got to Green Bay like this:
Right left right left right angle right right left third left second right right left on the right, then left right and right.
We stopped at Team Motorsports in DePere for an oil change, the fourth of this trip. Our last one was twenty seven days ago.

TM rocks! They took the bike right in, and I asked them to check the front end (it bears to the right since the Denver crash) and a warning light would flash when cold. They hooked me right up, washed the bike, and charged me no more than anyone else for an oil change. Two thumbs up, Team Motorsports, who elbow their way into first place.
Ryan, the service writer, informed us that tonight was Family Night at Lambeau Field. We wanted to tour the field, but to watch a scrimmage with Cheeseheads? Can't get any better than that.

On an hunch, I dropped Quilter Girl at the motel and rode to the field for
tickets. Sold out. I bought two from a scalper. Fifty bucks for twenty dollars worth of tickets. QB about dropped her teeth when she heard that. Here's my take on scalpers; whatever the market will bear. If you don't want to pay the price, don't go. However, if they buy huge blocks of tickets and cause the shortage, that's something else.
Fans park in people's yards, for a price. Tailgaters everywhere. The place is
crazy. I rode back and got QG before we got totally plugged up, and we're almost two hours early. And there is no game!

The field takes one's breath away. Almost a hundred years of history reside
here. Names appear above the stands; Bart Starr, Reggie White, Ray Nitschke,
Vince Lombardi, Curly Lambeau and many more. Super Bowl win dates grace the
field as well.

Like the Harley Davidson fans, Cheeseheads are passionate. The defense played
against the offense, and special teams ran plays. The place rocked. We stood and did 'YMCA,' the Packer Fight Chant, and Sponge Bob Square Pants. A little lost on that last one. And there was no game!
The fellow next to me came from UP (Upper Peninsula) and makes a few games a
year. He put his son on the season ticket waiting list. His number is ninety
thousand. "He'll never get it," he admitted.
How passionate are the fans? When they do a wave, it rolls around the stands
quickly, and makes seven laps or so. Never seen that before. Green and gold
everywhere. Almost no one left early. What a great time. The guy next to me
said, "You should come to a game. You wouldn't believe it." How much more energy could a game generate? Apparently a lot.

The scrimmage ended, and QG and I decided to beat the crowd and take off before the fireworks. Very few others left early. And there was no game!
Special Feature Two of the Harley Museum is below, the previous post, if you so desire.

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