This morning, Greg woke up early and made us breakfast of eggs, sausage and bacon. It was so good. Greg and Jane drove us out to the main road since the driveway and side road was muddy from the massive rains last night. On the road bright (not so bright, it was still pretty dark that I used my rear red light) and early, we headed to that city (I forget the name) that was 9 miles down the road. While on the road, Greg passed us twice and Jane passed us once, each time, enthusiastically honking at us.
Today was overcast, humid, cool and muggy. At lunch, we pulled up to a convenience store and shortly afterward, a guy in a recumbent does the same. His name is also Dave. What are the odds that we run into another Dave that rides a recumbent bike? After the two boys talked about their recumbents, I invited Dave2 (let's call him Hersh going forward) to join us for lunch. After lunch, we invited him to ride with us as long as he wanted to. Dave and I were coming from central Kansas (off-route from Adventure Cycling since we cut through Missouri on the KATY trail). Hersh was coming from the Adventure Cycling route and we both somehow ended up at the same intersection at the same time. This city, Alexander, by the way, is where Dave and I intended on hooking up back to the Adventure Cycling route. Hersh was going to Denver and Dave and I were going to Colorado Springs so our eastern Colorado route is the same until we hit the big cities. It's nice to have a new face to the team. Mix things up a little.
After riding a bit, we finally came across a field of sunflower that
I've been looking for throughout Kansas. I have to admit the sunflower
were not as full and plentiful as I would have hoped but this is better
Remind me to never go into a field after a massive rain storm the previous night.
Here's a picture of the two Daves on their recumbents.
Cute thing happened on the road today. There were two 18-wheelers, one coming towards me and one behind me. The one behind me slowed down to let the one coming towards me pass. Once the one opposite of me passed, the one behind me takes up the other entire lane to pass me. Before he passsed me, I waved to him, thanking him. Then, when he completely passed me, he honked backed in acknowledgment. Very thoughtful driver. In fact, most 18-wheelers that have passed us on the road have been very generous, taking up the entire other lane to pass us. I always wave before they pass me when I see this happening. I figure if they see that cyclists are appreciative of their kindness, they'll continue to pass the next cyclist safely.
When we pulled into town, Ness City, Kansas, we went to the police station where Greg tried to arrange us with housing for the night. We talked to the police and they did get a call from Greg but they couldn't come up with anything. So, I let Dave do his thing to try to get alternative housing. We got in touch with the fire chief whom let us stay in the volunteer firehouse. But, after walking through the firehouse without air conditioning or any air flow, not to mention no shower, Hersh and I requested to stay in the only motel in town. It would have been cool to stay in a firehouse (I already picked out the firetruck I would have slept in), but it was unbearably hot in there.
On our way to the motel, we ran into some kids selling lemonaid. It
was cute. I had to have a cup to support the local economy. It cracks
me up how kids never really make any money on these lemonaid stands.
Mom paid a lot of money for the lemonaid mix. The kids had to go
across the street and pay for ice. Of course someone had to pay for
the cups. The only thing that was free was the electricity from the
store to make the lemonaid slushies. Oh wait, that's Mom's store, so
she's also paying for the electricity. The cups of lemonaid went for
25cents but I gave them 50cents. After they realized they could get
50cents, they up'ed their price on their poster to 50cents. It was
sad; we got our lemonaids around 3 or 4pm when we rolled into town, and
the kids said we were their first customers of the day.
Motels nowadays are amazing. Every little rinky dink motel has wireless Internet. After our showers, we walked back into town where we ate at pretty much the only restaurant open. There were a handful of restaurants on the main strip, but pretty much only one was open. I guess the others are on vacation or just don't have the need to make money. After our so-so dinner, we went back to the motel where the two Daves discussed religion and I borrowed Hersh's laptop computer and used it outside in the pool area.
It was amazing. Today, we did 75 miles in the same time it took us (me) to do 52 miles in yesterday's headwind. Stupid headwind.