But we don't get too far... Just as we approach North Mankato, Minnesota, a crazy squeaking starts emanating from the vicinity of the front left wheel and sure enough it's smokin' like a son of a gun when we stop to take a look. Yikes! Luckily for us, we're just down the street from Service Rack where Tom, our new mechanic friend, tells us we've got a problem with the bearings but they'll have us on the road by tomorrow morning. This gives us a chance to mingle with teen rowdies and big bridal parties at the Best Western and explore the town... three bars and three sculptures on one block of Belgrade Street, cozy little houses with screened-in front porches, squirrels and rabbits running rampant, dads in garages doing dad things, kids riding bikes down the wide, leafy tree-lined streets, Canada geese waddling through the parks, trampolines and above-ground pools in every yard, flags a-flyin' everywhere... Ain't that America...
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