I was in the Virgin Islands once. I met a girl. We ate lobster, drank piña coladas. At sunset, we made love like sea otters. *That* was a pretty good day. Why couldn’t I get *that* day over, and over, and over…
-Bill Murray Groundhog Day
Kansas is unbelievably uniform. Most of the highways we’ve ridden in this state have a town usually 15 or 30 miles apart. Ride for an hour, stop and eat against the side of a gas station, ride for an hour, stop and eat something. No, we’re not setting any land speed records, but we’re killing it on the consistency front. I think the first three weeks of this trip were like the honeymoon period of a relationship. You’re tired, everyday is exciting or at least different, and then next thing you know you’re like ” you wanna go see a movie again?”. Well, that’s Kansas. You’ve got to make sure you don’t let things get stale. You’ve got to tell the road it looks good today. Slap the road on the ass every once in while.
Know the roads birthday, very important.
Worst nights sleep yet. This bridge is made of cement and wood, so every semi that goes over sounds like it will be the last one to make it over, slamming onto your head, never to be found again.