Bike Report Day 1, Part 2: Way Down In Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica, eww I wanna take yeah

The nice thing about this trip was that time was on our side..... for the most part. We decided that once in Indiana, we would make our way off the Interstate and travel the back roads. I think it was 275 miles of back roads to be exact. Crappy time but very scenic.

From lunch, we stayed on the highway for 20 more miles south then headed east. Destination? Kokomo.

The difference between taking a car and taking a bike was a bit unorthodox to me. In car, it was always about time trials. What is the fastest I can make it from Point A to Point B. On a bike, getting there is half the fun.

With that in mind, we had to stop in Komomo. Why you ask? Simply because of the name. Sure it was a Beach Boys song but how many can people say they have been there? It was just something we wanted to do.

After following a State trooper, which seemed forever, we entered Kokomo. After reviewing a map from the State visitor center, we thought there was some type of welcome center for Kokomo. Well, if there was one, we did not find it.

The three of us stopped at this worn down gas station. I asked for directions from a twenty something female customer with tattoos running up the back of her leg. She was ultra skinny and hair was a bit frizzed. After I asked her where the center was, she just about bit my head off.

Damn, I hope not all of Kokomo was like this.
"What the hell you looking for? We don't have nothing like that here. What was it again? Yeah, that is not here".

OK, she scared me. She was doing some twitching as well. Not like Muhammad Ali twitching but like someone who just shot up Heroin. Being in the lower income neighborhood, I will drugs for $200, Alex. I walked outside towards Matt and simulated a needle shooting up into my arm with my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I had to explain to them that I was unsuccessful in finding our official stop. At that point, I just wanted to find a spot to get a picture to say I was in Kokomo. The fire department was a nice touch. The overall town was actually not too bad.

The other thing that stuck out about Kokomo was the amount of motorized scooters being driven. I think we saw at least ten scooters around town. One guy had to be at least 85. He had a bit of fear in his face. It is possible that he crapped his diapers.

To end this section, I am not sure why the Beach Boys picked this town to write a tune about. So be it. On to Knightstown.

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I am such a smart ass. Double click the image to see a larger picture of the sign.