Everyone talks about how windy and flat Kansas is, how the dogs in Kentucky chase cyclists, and how gorgeous the mountains in Colorado are, but no one talks about Missouri. No one tells you that there are also vicious, cyclist chasing dogs in Missouri, or that oncoming traffic will give you the finger for no reason, or even that you will most likely be ridiculed and possibly asked "what age are you living in?" by a passing jeep full of yelling teenagers. You do briefly hear about the beautiful, roller coaster-like hills of the Ozarks, but that makes them sound fun and easy, not like the difficult, narrow, neverending, very steep ups and downs that they are. Gorgeous, yes, but not a place I will ever cyle through again.
Fortunately, I was lucky enough to have some amazing company through this not so amazing state. Three awesome, independant, solo cyclists happened to meet up just before their trek through Missouri. Those cyclists would be myself, Michelle, and Charles. We had a blast, laughed alot, skinny dipped in a random lake, saved Urtle the turtle from a dog and rode with it on the back of Michelle's bike for a couple days, busted out hundred mile days, ran over a dog, and rode off and on with Megan, another solo cyclist we met in Missouri. Megan happened to ride up on me while I was talking to the cows. Scared the shit outta me.
The unfortunate thing about awesome, independant people is just that. They are awesome, and independant. Our group has disbanded. All starting from different places, and continuing on to different places.
And the adventure continues.
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