Day 21 - America Muscle Car Heaven

Pontiac GTO’s, Firebirds, Chevrolet Chevelles, Camaros, Cadillac Coupe De Ville’s, Dodge Chargers, Challengers and my all-time jizz-in-pants classic: The 1971 Plymouth Hemi Cuda. We are at the Du Quoin Muscle Car show and I am in 7^th heaven.

Day 20 - Mississippi, Budweiser and the Gateway Arch

Hopi spirit dolls, Pueblo Story Tellers, Cotton candy, Taffy, Cowboy boots, 10 gallon hats, Cactus plants in mini pots and thousands upon thousands of other items. Imagine if Roald Dahl and Taneleer Tivan got together for a business venture: that is what Ozarkland is.

Day 19 - Tesla and Shakespeare

“Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.” I have known that quote most of my life. Where on earth it came from I had no idea. No idea until now.

Day 18 - I Now Know Why Dorothy Wanted To Go Back

The news tells us about fires on our west, flood storm waters to the north and a tornado warning to the east. Crap. Oh well, let’s just get back in the saddle and head out. Another big one today. 500 miles plus. Straight through the middle of Kansas State. 

Day 17 - American Pie and Casino Chaos

Our last day in Denver. I woke up a little earlier to prep the bike, had a healthy breakfast and was feeling fresh. Okay, that’s a lie. After yesterday’s Pride Festival I woke up late, smashed in some fried bacon with a pot of coffee and was feeling the opposite of fresh. Last night was a biggie. 

Day 16 - Denver LGBT and Turkey Legs

Damn but she has an amazing pair of legs. That perfect balance between athletic muscle tone and feminine curvaceousness. They glisten in the sunlight like pearls. All of us, including Barbara, are staring at this beauty in the hope she will turn around so we may see her pretty little face and WHOA! Dude looks like a lady… Denver Pride Fest is going to be interesting.

Day 15 - Highest Peak to Hot Shots

Packing for a biking holiday is tough. Packing light for a biking holiday to traverse 1/5 of the globe is really tough. Packing even lighter, for a biking holiday to traverse 1/5 of the globe AND to change altitude from zero feet to 15000 feet several times – well – that’s just impossible. Here we stand, in our breathable, light weight pants and a t-shirt, surrounded by snow whilst being slammed by sub-zero wind chill…such tourists.