|135 miles and 4000'. Bit of progress, right?|
|He's got to get a ticket for that?|
|Bye-bye Nebraska: you've been a handful!|
|Load of old pony and precious little express, hah-hah!|
|Probably for the best that Bruce used 'Thunder'...|
|Today's history lesson. No charge.|
|We ain't in Kans- blimey Toto, that went quick!|
|Seven down, seven to go!|
|Move along, nothing to see here...|
|Fair dos, can't fault you on this one...ouch!|
|What, not wooden anymore?|
|People like Polo.|
The response from one of the staff there was gold: I asked if they stocked anything along the lines of bike degreaser and chain lube. She squinted at me, cocked her head slightly and drawled, "Probably...". It was all I could do not to laugh as I thanked her and went on my way. They did too!
In a bizarre coincidence, the receptionist told me that an Australian guy had stayed with them a couple of weeks ago and he was cycling from Massachusetts to California. Out of all the routes available and motels etc...makes you think, no? Alright, please yourselves.
|Dinner is served...cheers!|
Here's one for the cyclists reading this rubbish: when you're at the end of a long day on the bike, there isn't anything you covet more than eking out the last liquid of your water bottles, no matter how warm or minging the bottles look, yet as soon as you've finished, it's a case of "Ewww...I'm not drinking that swill!". No? Just me then, hah-hah!
|On the bike, yes. Off the bike, clear off!|