The Road to Utah: Day 1

We're on the road.

Me, Drew, and Corey. On the road to Utah.

After an EXTREMELY exciting morning of packing up the car.

Ever duct tape a bike to the roof of an SUV?

You should try it sometime. Really.

And yes. It works. So far.

Although I keep waiting for the sudden sound of aluminum ripping away from its "secure" tape at 70 miles per hour, chaos ensuing behind our car as our bikes are turned to pollen by a semi-truck.

We. Shall. See.

So, after a pretty easy 8 hours, and multiple stops at Army Surplus stores, fireworks "super shops" and one too many Cracker Barrels, we arrived in Kansas City, KS (where Drew is from), only to be greeted by his parents with open arms and a tornado warning. Yep. Tornado warning. Good times.

However, the storm passed, we had some dinner, and all is well.

A note about non-urban Middle America:

All males must wear sleeveless t-shirts and sport goatees, on pain of death.

Apparently.

Something I do dig: the way you can drive for hours through farm country, sparsely populated, and then suddenly: BAM. Urban center, choked with life.

There's something kind of, well, soothing about it.

I don't know why.

Because I'm tired.

So it's off to bed.

Tomorrow, it's on through Kansas to Denver.

Cheers.