The waitress told me that a lot of Keystone businesses had already closed for the season: they would be doing similar next week. Yet one more thing that had escaped my er, 'planning'...
|The last member of his gang of four, tearing about the place. Excellent!|
|Cool as you like...|
The original choice was to stick with the original idea of blatting 135 miles through The Badlands to Martin.
The downside was that there would be sod-all in terms of food & water for 70 miles at least...who planned this caper again?
|Loveliest road yet? Great surface, little traffic, no punctures. Yes!|
In the event, I looked at Google Maps and saw another place called Gordon which would put a few more miles in the bank, and had a couple of motels too. So, did I call either one to check availability? I think we all know the answer to that one, don't we?
|Man Utd's lure spreads far and wide. Regrettably.|
|Where are these so-called Badlands then? Load of old nons-|
|...ah, fair enough! Beautiful.|
First place answers and says there is no room at the inn until Saturday. Eh? Fearing the worst I rang the opposition and a lady who sounds like she looks after Tweety-Pie answered and said yes they would reserve a room for me. Stop panicking now, hah-hah!
|High-ish plains drifters.|
|All looked a bit special.|
|The lure of CPFC spreads far and wide. Unbelievably.|
|Didn't use it, but good work folks!|
Anyway, a couple of older Native American ladies were walking-out of the store when I was locking my bike up- one of them stops and asks what I'm doing/going etc: she is pleased to tell me that she is a survivor from cancer, and asks where I'm from. She then says that she is half-Irish. Initially I was sceptical but when she tells me that her grandparents were called O'Leary-Two Rivers and that one of them had red hair. Ok, not all that statement is totally factual, hah-hah!
Anyway, she gave me a hug and a blessing too (I hope) and sauntered-off. After a quick stop I headed towards Gordon via some comprehensive tyre-killing surfaces due to miles and miles of roadworks.
|Aaaand so begins 5 miles of cyclo-cross!|
|Hopefully not for a little while yet, thanks.|
On one occasion, a pug was leading-out an Alsation in a bid to catch me. I messed them-up by getting second wheel in their sprint train and being unwittingly led out!
Nah, it's all territorial I imagine. The last dog to try was probably as old as I am, mercifully!
|Pretty informal around these parts.|
|Five down. No, that's not a crossword clue!|
|Help on the run-in...excellent!|
|Great to be here...great to be anywhere!|
|Expect my mugshot to adorn Jefco's hall of shame...|
|Top ale at The Hut!|