Patch-holder: "They don't have anymore tickets for the tour."
Me: "Yes! Just the way I planned it!"
Patch-holder: Strange look on his face...
Wyatt recognized my sick, tired-hungry-maniacal laugh, because he was right along side of me through the insane Chicagoland traffic and post-war Wisconsin road construction, the maddeningly frustrating directions-a true brother for sure! My level of disappointment was pretty high but I reminded myself that the purpose of the trip was a half-hour south of us on Canal Street in Milwaukee! Wyatt learned that the plant had underwent some physical changes and that they did not include a dedicated visitor's center such as the excellent one at the York Plant. The most comical sight at the Powertrain Plant was the vending machine set-up next to the security desk that dispenses souvenir patches, pins and t-shirts; I wanted to take a picture but I was busy at a small pity-party! So, Wyatt and I went back out to our machines and continued to chuckle at our fortune. A motorcycle that appeared-to-be from Queensland, Australia was parked not to far from Ole Girl-very interesting!
Doubt and hunger were starting to take a grip upon me as I saddled-up.
- Would I be able to navigate from the Powertrain Plant to the museum?
- Would the museum be as good as everyone claims?