Yesterday we had some pretty long and flat running coming through Kansas. However we did have some excitement. Some of the back roads we traveled on were a little rough. Dad’s head lamp vibrated loose (but he noticed it and saved it before it came completely off), but I was not so lucky with my kicker pedal (it’s gone for good). Fortunately, we ran into an old friend in Dodge City who had some extra kicker pedals at his house. Thank you Roddy Newland!
Here is Dad riding next to a freight train. We rode next to this train for about 30 miles and ran almost the exact same pace.