Nice to get a little more sleep. We knew today was going to be a long day (450 miles).
Kansas' scenery wasn't ugly, but anything less than 75mph and you felt like you were crawling.
It was mostly flat farmlands. Lots of big harvesting equipment was being put to use. In the distance every so often, you would see a giant silo where I assume the area farmers would take their grain to be hauled away on a train.
Lunch was in Colby, KS, where we met up with the "fantastic four" for lunch at Mabel's. Joe has a piece of denim in front of him--it's the piece of John's pants that the paramedics cut off to look at his leg. We all signed it.
My chili was excellent.
The bread pudding was the best we've had this trip.
After lunch, I may have mailed you a post card.
On my way back to Doug & Tim, I ran into some fellow bikers.
I emailed their folks a picture of them and almost immediately got a reply from one of their mothers thanking me. Where were cool member bikers with smartphones when I was on my mission?
Next stop was just across the Kansas/Colorado border in Burlington.
The carousel here was made in 1906. Riding it was a trip back in time.
The organ scroll:
The organ pipes:
Real horse hair tails:
We got a behind-the-scenes tour of the inner workings of the carousel.
Eastern Colorado was exactly the same as Kansas. In the Harley-Davidson atlas we use, there were no scenic routes at all in this part of the country.
About 7pm, we rolled into downtown Denver.
I called Janelle on the way there to meet us for dinner on the 16th street pedestrian mall. She was glad to get away from studying for a test tomorrow.
I've lost track of how many times we've ordered nachos on this adventure, but these were among the best.
Tim's fish and chips:
Doug's Reuben:
Janelle's salad:
My sirloin (marinated in "jalapeño butter"):
Cinnamon/sugar donut holes with caramel dipping sauce. My pants still fit for those of you wondering.
Tim's brother Ken and his wife Lisa showed up after we ate. We're going on a ride with them tomorrow morning on our way out of town.
Janelle and I rode back to her car in a pedi-cab. I was too tired to walk, and the weirdos had come our en masse on 16th street.
Bret rode 783 miles today from Topeka KS to Grand Junction, CO. He'll get home Saturday. The other four guys are in Colorado Springs and we probably won't see them again this trip.
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It looks like you are having a great trip! Be safe. Oh, by the by, we got 6 days notice for our trip to St. George next week. The hospital booked it for us, but that left me scrambling to find people who could watch my kids. I was kicking myself for not sending the boys to SLC with Doug! (All is well, though. I figured it out.)
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