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Day One - Ignorance Is Bliss (Continued)

I'm back. Went over and took a shower at the bathhouse. Felt good, but didn't have a towel and I must remember to get one at Wal-Mart sometime. Walked over to Dan's Tavern and had three beers. Guy next to me said it was 98 degrees in KC and will most likely be 100 degrees tomorrow. Think I'll get to bed early and arise early to ride in the cool weather. It's now around 6:30 pm and seems to me I quit waaay too early. Should have spent another 2 hours on the road.
Called Kube and told him my timing was way off.
Thoughts on my first day:

1. We take things for granted when we find ourselves alone on the road. I love my family and miss them terribly already! I'm rotten sometimes and I will need to be calmer with things out of my control. But how do I know what is in my control or not?
2. Keep on the main roads. It may be scenic but there are too few gas stations, too little places in case of break-down, and too few directions. The Interstate may be boring but it gets you there and keeps you well informed.
3. Topeka was a bit of a bitch to get through, traffic was tough and fast.
4. Nancy - we've GOT to take some trips together. While tonight is lonely (I miss everyone), it is still exciting doing something like this.

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