Day 15, just rolled over 3000 miles. The Midwest rules. Kansas didn’t suck like everyone said it would. Don’t take the 70, take the old road 50. Didn’t do a single mile of interstates, take all backroad 2 line highways. Stop in small towns. Ride 50 miles one day and 600 the next who cares. Eat an ice cream cone on the curb. See what the locals talk to you about. Take their word for it, camp where they tell you to camp, eat where they tell you to eat. Watch the accents slowly change every few days. Go by yourself. Sleep on the side of the road if you have to, nothing bad will happen. On my 10th and final state. Trying to avoid thinking about real life. I could go back the other way tomorrow. Shovelheads get it done if you believe. Put some wu tang on that shit. I laughed when I crashed in Kansas and cried when I got a raised fist in the air riding by a Navajo on bareback horseback. Go figure. “When I was faster I was always behind” slow poke it