men free to be on the edge. No comfy inns or motels, no fancy restaurants, we buy our food at the grocery store, take showers (warm or cold) when we can. We love it, we are out here in the mountains or on the plains doing what we need to do to push forward to our goal. We don't want the packaged tour or ocean cruise.
70 miles to Eads across flat endlessly flat straight roads with the sun burning down on me. I drink a resevoir every day. I blew through several one blink dying towns, managed to get a flat just outside of Hazwell and found a cold shower at the local town pool in Eads. At dinner I met this guy, thirty-four, who picked up a $50 bike and hit the road to see every state, a real bohemian cyclists. He clocked in 128 miles today, truly an amazing guy. I thought I had energy; this guy is on nitro.
I am camped in a park thirty feet away from the local police department.
In looking for a place to charge my phone, I rang the police department door bell. An officer, one of four, gave me the door code to the fire department next door so I cold plug up. Both the police and fire department are responsible for an area 80 miles by 30 miles. They are on call this weekend, the police station won't open until 12:30. On the average, they get about four calls a day. Things are pretty laid back here. Everyone says hi, they trust you and are always willing to help you; we should be so lucky.
Tomorrow I head for Tribune, Kansas where the black flies are waiting. My bug spray is a life saver; nevertheless, I have plenty of bites.
I hope the park sprinklers don't go on near my tent. I have heard some funny stories about cyclists setting up their tents on top of them; makes for an interesting night's sleep!
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