Everyone knows it's Windy!

Who's trippin' down the streets of the city and who's blowing directly in my face and who's making it so hard to go forward? Everyone knows it's Windy! And Windy has stormy eyes that flash at the sound of lies....

A 10 mph head wind really makes a difference y'all! I was pushing hard all day. Being a tall bloke I am basically a human sail on my bike even when I crouch down and pretend that I'm Lance Armstrong.

I got ten miles out of town with the same head wind yesterday only to hear a "ping!" I ducked down, knowing full well that I hadn't run over anything as I'm super careful about that sort of thing, and I saw one of my spokes dangling on my wheel. Mother trucker! So it was back to town to see my acquaintances at "Alive Outside." I checked in to the Blue Spruce Motel for one more night and replaced the spoke and trued the wheel. Later, I went to the convenience store and purchased some important things like: Cinnamon Starbucks, Vitamin Water, Combos, Chocolate Milke and Cherry Sours. After yet one more night it my favorite Nebraska town, North Platte, I headed to Lexington today; Lexington, NE that is.

Once again, it was an overcast and breezy day with quite a few grasshoppers crunchity crunch crunching beneath my tires. I got tooted at again by a nice train conductor and waved at by enthusiastic Nebraskans - which really keeps a person going! I wore out my Brazilian musica and moved on to my Rock Ballads.. Kyrie Elaison!

The air was pungent with wafting aromas from the flora AND dead fauna. I saw and smelled (and got a mouth full of the same smell) three road killed dear, one bloated raccoon and some partridges or sparrows or something with a yellow chests. A slue of random wings and all kinds of corn waste that had blown off the top of the big trucks that haul the mainstay of the area. I spotted some picture perfect horses and black and white cows grazing in the meadows. I heard more strange gun shots not far from the road (target practice???) A strange Buick station wagon with purple flags and what looked to be a gun mounted upright where the antenna should have been honked in recognition going East and later in the afternoon the very same jovial group honked again and waved coming back!

The people in Gothenburg were shy. On the way into Lexington, I stopped to read a plaque on the side of the road, put there by Bonneville Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution in 1940. It reads:

"Here on August 7, 1867, A band of Southern Cheyennes, led by Cheif Turkey Leg, wrecked a West-bound Union Pacific freight train and hand car which preceded it. The engineer and fireman were killed and the box-cars looted and burned. One of the hand- car crew was killed, another wounded, and one scalped alive. At dawn the indians rode away with bolts of bight colored calico tied to their ponies' tails."

The Kentucky fried chicken strips in Lexington were anything but tender, in fact they were so tough they probably could have beaten up any corn husking football team they wanted to. The Holiday Inn Express lady was embarrassed that the rate was so high, but they've got a pool and I need to lavar mi ropa. If you haven't already emailed me your cell phone number please feel free to give me a ring at the same number as before so I can put you into my new phone. Sounds like there's a cute baby the next room over. Peace out dawg.