Posted by: Arin
It took us almost two weeks, but we finally made it through Colorado (thanks in part to the tailwind we enjoyed for most of the day). We only really took one real break from riding to grab a soda from one of the seemingly endless number of 50 cent soda can vending machines that are out here. Around 3-4, we got to Julesburg, right near the border. We took the opportunity to rest under a pagoda and enjoy the shade before heading to the grocery store to get some dinner.
The things that people say to us are hilarious. At the grocery store, a guy came up to me and said "You guys got on your shit on there! Where you going, cross country?" When I told him that's exactly what we were doing he replied with "Wow, I'm in the gym six days a week but that's a good workout! You gotta give me a fist bump." The one constant we get is people telling us we're crazy.
Anyways, we continued on for a while out of town. The wind had shifted against us and we were on the lookout for anywhere to sleep. Our search was halted temporarily by Brad's rear tire going flat... 50 feet from the Nebraska border. We pulled off the side of the road in front of a house to fix it. An old man was out tending to his chickens and came over to see what we were doing in his yard. He said he wouldn't ever dream of doing what we were doing, but that he did ride a horse to Omaha when he was younger.
(Photo by Brad)
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