I’m a bit pinched for time, so here’s a photo diary from Missouri and Kansas:
A cyclists’ hostel in Farmington, MO complete with air conditioning, laundry, and beds. Basically a five star hotel.
This is Tommy Johns, holding his self-published book of life stories, some related to living with MS, others not so much. He’s a Missouri native who’s been a friend of the organization for years and he met us along the way on three separate days: just before his hometown, in his hometown, and then in Pittsburg, KS on our rest day. And I don’t think I didn’t see him once when he wasn’t smiling ear to ear. Meeting people like Tommy are what make the trip so special.
Mike’s butt as we rode into Newton, KS, on some of the smoothest tarmac I’ve ever been on.
This is Mike Risisca, who’s become a bit of a legend along the TransAm. He’s been a few days ahead of us all summer, and his signature robot sticker is everywhere: on street signs, in bathrooms, in bike shops. I finally found and met him in Larned, KS and he’s as nice as his little robot logo is awesome. We’re hoping to tag up with him again in Pueblo, CO in a few days. Here’s a link to his blog.
A really good dog I met in Carbondale.
I’ve broken up with Clif Bars and moved onto Larabars. Sorry, Clif Bars, I would say it’s not you, it’s me, but I’d be lying. Larabars are just way tastier.
Shanon and I on the Kansas flats. It’s pretty shocking just how little is out here. For as far as you can see, it’s just nothing.
The hotel from which I’m writing this. I’ve never seen a motel with an indoor atrium/pool/jacuzzi, but I really dig it.