Okay, so Cara and I were wandering the streets of Lincoln, NE and checking out the town when we saw The Mill coffee shop which was recommended to us by a State Farm agent. We went in and had some coffee when I noticed a 'for sale' flier and a picture of a Fat Tire bicycle... THE Fat Tire bike made famous by the popular micro-brew beer of the same name. At first I shrugged it off, then I found out through some cell-phone-googling that the only way to get your hands on one of these gems is to work for the company or win it during one of Fat Tire's raffles. Well... after a few moments of consideration, I contacted the seller, saw the bike in person, and bought it!
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Saturday, June 26, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Arrived in Aurora, NE
We are staying at a FFA (future farmers of America) leadership center. It is like a hotel but has a bunch of conference rooms for group meetings and stuff. Tomorrow we get into Lincoln and I get to see Cara! We're getting a rental car and checking out the town. It will be a nice reward after an eight day push!
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Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Wray, CO to McCook, NE to Holdrege, NE
I completely forgot to update my blog yesterday! I did add the photo of the old WWII T-6 Texan that kept us company on the long and boring stretch of midwest roads.
The wind seems to be our number one nemesis! Every push with our legs seems to be matched with an equally and somewhat morally crushing counter-active burst of momentum destroying wind. I have found nothing seems to defeat it; not screaming, cursing, or crouching into the smallest possible profile to streamline your body into an aerodynamic form... not unlike a standing fetal position (which has a sort of ironic match to our mental state at this time).
8 days was a BAD idea. Although we are motivated to press on, our bodies are greeting us in the morning with adamant protest! Every point of contact with the bike is sore and my bike is groaning with pleas of ''oil me!"
Press on! I'll update when we reach Holdrege!
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The wind seems to be our number one nemesis! Every push with our legs seems to be matched with an equally and somewhat morally crushing counter-active burst of momentum destroying wind. I have found nothing seems to defeat it; not screaming, cursing, or crouching into the smallest possible profile to streamline your body into an aerodynamic form... not unlike a standing fetal position (which has a sort of ironic match to our mental state at this time).
8 days was a BAD idea. Although we are motivated to press on, our bodies are greeting us in the morning with adamant protest! Every point of contact with the bike is sore and my bike is groaning with pleas of ''oil me!"
Press on! I'll update when we reach Holdrege!
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Monday, June 21, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Wray, CO
We had a hard day of riding and we are all beat. We rode 88 miles with a head wind and that can take a lot out of you. We are due for a major tail wind at some point!
We are 3 days into our 8 day marathon push. Just 5 more days and we arrive in Lincoln, Nebraska for a day off and a visit by Cara!
I didn't have any good pictures today so I took one of my new beard!
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We are 3 days into our 8 day marathon push. Just 5 more days and we arrive in Lincoln, Nebraska for a day off and a visit by Cara!
I didn't have any good pictures today so I took one of my new beard!
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