I had a hard time remembering it was Monday today.  Bike vacation syndrome has set in.  I love riding, it just opens the world up, and I can just think of everything and nothing while heading down a 2-lane stretch of back country Kansas.  The small towns where you have to slow down then bring you back into reality, if only for a few minutes, before cruising back on those long, strait (and surprisingly hilly) roads.

Breakfast at "Penny's Diner" was as could be be expected from such a establishment.  I had 2 eggs scrambled with has and wheat toast.  I saw a HUGE beetle crawling across the floor while waiting for my order.  Upon closer inspection, it was NOT a cockroach, but just a enormous beetle.  I crushed it and told the horrified waitress about it; she almost stepped on it.

This last 480ish miles were a easy day by comparison to the others we have ridden.  We got out around 7:30, and rode at a "Please don't arrest me" rate down US36.  I do actually slow to the shown speed limit while in the towns, but a little more out of the towns.

One exit after US36 I stopped for gas (among other places).  After getting all my gear back on, Tobi watered, etc, I was approached by a kid with a gas can.  He asked for me some gas.  Well, I stammered, I think it was the way and inflection of how he asked.  I asked him again, as I asked him he repeated and held up a little gas can.  I thought a second then said, sure.  The fellow across the stall(is that what they call them I wonder?) called the kid over, I was just going to give him $5 since I had already gassed up and such.  As I pulled out I saw the kid putting the gas into a Van that was in pretty bad shape.  Someone was loading(or unloading?) a wheelchair out of the side of the van, looked young though.  It was a bit out of place, but wasn't. It just occurred to me that this kid was driving a van that probably got 10 miles per hour, it was one of those old conversion vans with the little dome-like side window.  It very likely had a BIG V-8 in it, meaning his could of gallons of gas would get him, maybe, a few exits down the interstate.  Was this just a scam, or were they limping across the US?  I never saw the license plate so I guess it could have been a local.  All this went through my mind as I rolled down the interstate at a stately clip.

I did end up going by BMW of Denver.  Note to self: they are closed on Mondays. 

It was bloody hot in Denver/Auora, but the weather otherwise was phenomenal.  I even got my "Typical Kansas Thunderstorm" out of the way while inside my hotel room.  It was one of those things you have to experience in a wide open place like Kansas to truly appreciate.

Tomorrow my wife Christine flies in, hops on my bike; I will move Tobi's seat back to it's 3-up position tomorrow morning.

Oh, I washed my cloths in the tub/show with me using the old hotel soap to wash the body AND the clothes method tonight.  They are all drying next to me as I write this diatribe of drivel.  Hopefully they will be dry by morning, because I only brought a few changes, and these were Capital S Stinky.