mosquitoes had quite a feast too on my 'easy access' shaved legs. I didn't get a single tomato that night either--770 miles for nothing.
I'd planned on driving from Indiana to Denver the next day, but as the sun began to sink and my legs were still stiff from sitting in a car all day, I stopped early to squeeze in a 21 kilometer 'loosening' bicycle ride around Oakley, Kansas. Once again, trying to be friendly, I told the lady at the motel check-in counter about my trip and how I stopped early to get a ride in. She talked and talked as the sun sank lower and lower on the horizon as I worked my way, slowly to the door. Did I speak English? Was anyone listening? I thought we both understood which sun I was speaking of.
Oakley was what the characters of 'Deliverance' would call a big city. Most of the businesses were named 'Oakley' something, and a few shirtless teenagers yelled at me, something to the effect of,"What the hell is that?" "Hey you!" while standing next to their pick-ups (minus gun rack--must have washed them that day). I was riding my $2500 red/white/blue U.S. Postal Service Trek 5500 carbon-fiber bicycle (same bicycle that won the 1999/2000 Tours de France) along with my bright Mickey Mouse jersey, yellow helmet and flashing light attached to my jersey, doing 22-30miles an hour. I attracted a little attention, needless to say. It's a good thing I'm fast.The edge of town was a line of trees. I'm lucky I wasn't caught, but there were many UFO reports that night. A tornado rolled in about 50 miles away but I didn't see anything.