Day 27 McPherson, KS to Abilene, KS
Hard to believe it is the last day of June! With good weather, a healthy body and a great bike, this has been one enjoyable day after another. Pure fun!
Having been corrected on the departure city (McFurson is correct, not McFearson), I was ready to take my bike and head east to friendlier confines. The 64 miles to Abilene was as easy as it gets. We had a near direct tailwind for 50+ miles and the road was again first class.
Sights seen along the way included the symbolic 1/2 way point of the trip. We all stopped and mugged for a few photos next to the spray painted point on the road identified by our leader just 10 minutes earlier. Hope that Krylon paint wears off quickly of the Kansas DOT may have a beef with America By Bicycle.
The next highpoint was the beautiful gazebo in the middle of "downtown" Gypsum, KS. A local marquee read "Welcome Bike Across the USA." It didn't take long for all the seats inside the gazebo to fill up and it looked like a bunch of birds perched upon a 2 x 6, waiting for something to happen. It was REALLY a comfortable setting.
And the final notable sight along the way was the National greyhound Museum (No Randy Larsen, not the bus--the dogs!) I waved as I went by and I heard at least 500 barking dogs smell my salt stained jersey from over 100 yards away. Even Arlene makes me drop this things in the wash before I cart around the house.
I road most of the way with Tim the retired teacher and Clarence, the Auburn University retired professor. After we rolled into the hotel together, we got cleaned up, drank our required milk shake, and headed for the Eisenhower presidential Center. In 3 hours we toured his burial place, the world class museum, saw a wonderful movie and viewed his boyhood home. This was one of the greatest exhibits of its kind I have ever seen. I strongly recommend it for all!
For dinner we had Mexican food from the restaurant attached to the hotel. Although we were told we could have any of the 30 combinations listed, the ordering and delivery looked like a comedy of errors. Our bikers had a very difficult time remembering what number they ordered and the wait staff seemed to call every plate they served "#26". After a while, the team figured out that if they wanted to it they better start raising their hands and take whatever the server delivered.
Just another day of hearding cats.
Having been corrected on the departure city (McFurson is correct, not McFearson), I was ready to take my bike and head east to friendlier confines. The 64 miles to Abilene was as easy as it gets. We had a near direct tailwind for 50+ miles and the road was again first class.
Sights seen along the way included the symbolic 1/2 way point of the trip. We all stopped and mugged for a few photos next to the spray painted point on the road identified by our leader just 10 minutes earlier. Hope that Krylon paint wears off quickly of the Kansas DOT may have a beef with America By Bicycle.
The next highpoint was the beautiful gazebo in the middle of "downtown" Gypsum, KS. A local marquee read "Welcome Bike Across the USA." It didn't take long for all the seats inside the gazebo to fill up and it looked like a bunch of birds perched upon a 2 x 6, waiting for something to happen. It was REALLY a comfortable setting.
And the final notable sight along the way was the National greyhound Museum (No Randy Larsen, not the bus--the dogs!) I waved as I went by and I heard at least 500 barking dogs smell my salt stained jersey from over 100 yards away. Even Arlene makes me drop this things in the wash before I cart around the house.
I road most of the way with Tim the retired teacher and Clarence, the Auburn University retired professor. After we rolled into the hotel together, we got cleaned up, drank our required milk shake, and headed for the Eisenhower presidential Center. In 3 hours we toured his burial place, the world class museum, saw a wonderful movie and viewed his boyhood home. This was one of the greatest exhibits of its kind I have ever seen. I strongly recommend it for all!
For dinner we had Mexican food from the restaurant attached to the hotel. Although we were told we could have any of the 30 combinations listed, the ordering and delivery looked like a comedy of errors. Our bikers had a very difficult time remembering what number they ordered and the wait staff seemed to call every plate they served "#26". After a while, the team figured out that if they wanted to it they better start raising their hands and take whatever the server delivered.
Just another day of hearding cats.
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