We crossed into Kansas and stopped for our ritualistic photo session.
Each person has a camera, so each one is set on my bike on self-timer to record the moment. Elliott poo-pooed the strategy of using the bike as a tripod; he hasn't experienced my determination.
Everyone met back again in Pittsburg, KS for lunch. The jukebox had a weird ecclectic mix of choices and the oddity of selections compounded the weird outcome. Bill, Elliott and Sara each chose some tunes. Imagine the possibilities. I'll help you along by telling you that one of the songs was "Another One Bites the Dust", by Queen. There was a peculiar theme running through them, however, because a bad needle or something made them all sound like they were recorded during a thunderstorm (Dwight's comment).
Dwight picked up a Uhaul in Pittsburg and will use it to get him and Elliott back to our car. He met us in Girard.
Coming into Girard, Janelle, sara and Bill asked local John Bloomer where the city park was located and he instead directed them to a recently vacated rental home he owns. This was a supreme blessing, since a thunderstorm with a boatload of rain proceded to dump down.
We heard from Ted; he has decided to pull out from the tour due to a severe saddle sore. We are trying to convince him to rejoin us in Pueblo, CO or somewhere. Dwight and Elliott will travel back tomorrow with the Uhaul, pick up Ted, return him to St. Louis and then mozy on home.
At dinner in a Mexican restaurant where the staff spoke only limited English, the waiter taunted us by first telling us they could make us Margueritas, then telling us he was joking. Dwight has named us Bill's Angels. Bill has named us the Fallen Angels.
Chocolate ice cream awaited us due to the availability of a freezer. Remember the name of the tour: Affirmation of Human Goodness. A shout out to John and Susan Bloomer.
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