Got up early this morning, hoping to get a few miles under the wheels before the heat became oppressive. Which was successful. But, as Ms. Shooz so astutely notes, if it’s not one thing it’s another. In this case, wind: A gusty quartering tailwind, anywhere from 15 – 50mpg, and anywhere from straight over my tailpack to right in my right ear. That lasted from south of Wichita to the southern outskirts of KC. It’s quite tiring, constantly being on watch for the next windbreak, lest i dive off the right side of the road, or the next cut, lest I wind up doing some 80mph off-reading in the median. Riddle me this, batman: Under what conditions can a rider be leaned to the right, holding countersteering pressure on the right bar, and in a gentle left turn? Yep, it blew that hard. Road and scenery wise, a bit of a boring day, just moving my butt from one location on the planet to another at this point. Olkahoma and Kansas are really quite pretty this time of year, though. Everything is green and lush. And humid. Did I mention humid?
As I drew near KC, I noticed a waypoint on my GPS.