ThirtyFour hours from Kansas City to Los Angeles, you what you have to do. Loaded up with food for the trip I was able to stay clear of the snack cafe except for a vegatable-humus item and two IPAs. The lounge area on the second deck with the overhead windows was kind of cool, being able to hang out in a spacious area. Sleeping conditions were marginal but I managed. Upon arrival at 8;00 I navigated to the purple metro subway line within Union station. After six stops I arrived at Wilshire-Western where I had to use the escalator twice because the elevators were busted. I damn near lost hold of my fully loaded bike as I struggle to enter the escalator and stabilize it as I ascended, a very scary experience. How in hell do the handicapped make it up to street level!? Once on the street I rolled up my pants, and put on my riding shoes. I figured put what direction to head and used the side walk due to the lack of a bike lane or shoulder and a steady flow of traffic. Once on a side streets the road was near deserted and I arrived at my brother Jack’s house. Shower, shave, breakfast, laundry, food shopping and a nap brought me down for a soft landing. Tomorrow I take the tube to Santa Monica where I will ride route 66 back into Los Angeles. The real journey begins on the 21st.
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