On the Road... Again.

I've already spoken with some of you today. Mom, Dad, Hilerary, and Whitey and Michelly-O. Tis true, I'm back in the saddle. Ate two Chipotle burritos last night and had a couple of handfuls of jellybeans and fell asleep to "the Minority Report" on youtube. Woke up at 9am-ish, hastily finished packing and wrapping, adjusting, cramming, etc. Told my father not to photograph me as I was leaving - to which he replied - click... click... click click. Gave my father the evil eye and went on my merry way:

Oneida st North to 38th st. Left on 38th to Newport st. Right on Newport to Smith rd. Left on Smith to Dahlia. Right on Dahlia to 56th. Right on 56th to Quebec. Left on Quebec to CO state highway 2 (no shoulder here - it was pretty dicey- got honked at by one fellow who couldn't understand my need for being there - nice). North on CO 2 to 120th and over I-76 - scary. Detour through Brighton Colorado. Back to Prairie Center rd which loops around some gaudy water features with bronze eagles in flight. Here, I decided I needed some tunes. Then finally to the I-76 access road (on the West side) where I only saw one dead cat frozen in hissing face forever and one small something wasting away. Here's where my butt started calling for help. The crops alongside the frontage road rendered some amazing aromas and I had the pleasure of viewing some beautiful horses going to town at the troff. Made a quicks stop in Hudson, CO where I bought a yogur bebible de coco and a gatorade from the nice lady at Carniceria la Mexicana. She also told me that I would cause a problem if I were to stick to my plan of riding CO 52 and kindly directed me to the other frontage road - of which I was unaware - telling me that she likes to ride her bike that way sometimes and that if I kept on going and going I would reach Keensburg, my final stop for the day.

So here I am in Keensburg, CO, "home of 500 happy people and a few sour-heads" forty odd miles later. I was pleasantly greeted by the same attendant who I had spoken on the phone with earlier who gave me the happy news that contrary to my prejudicial assumption that a motel wouldn't have WiFi, this one does! So I grabbed my key to room 3 (there are 7 or 8) and stuck in in the lock of the steaming hot, green metal door. Once I had daintily pushed it open without burning myself I was overcome by a fresh air scent from a wall-mounted device much like those of public bathrooms. Almost falling over from the intensity I made my way into the room. The decor is that of a redneck's hunting lodge with wood paneling, emerald green carpet, teal comforters a pleasant little vanity with dressing room lights and lots of counter space for guns and waders and plastic coy ducks and probably beer too.

After washing up I went to eat at the Rooster and thought of my friend, Robin's words, "Eat a lot!" so I did: house stake with, sweet potato fries, garlic bread and salad bar for 15 bucks. Later I went to take photos of the sunset and of the passing trains. Now it's to bed. I hope my butt stops it's complaining by the morning. Tomorrow we go to Fort Morgan - my bike and I that is. Night!