Dear MIT Cycling Team,
I’m trying desperately to remember what we did today… right, drove. All the way from Pittsburgh to Lincoln, traveling through six giant Midwest states. Michael’s GPS failed miserably in its entertainment value: instructions were “Follow this interstate to I-80; Keep right onto I-80, Keep left onto I-80, Stay on I-80, Keep left onto I-80, sleep”. (A note for the other ECCC teams driving out: if you get lost, you’re doing something seriously wrong.)
Side note: Ohio has just as many messed-up names as Massachusetts. For example, Cayahoga Valley gets converted into Kiohga. See, while Ohio-ans also don’t care about excess syllables, they chose to drop the ones in the middle so that you can’t tell there’s letters missing. At least Mass is honest about retaining useless freebie letters.
The flat plains and farmlands stretching from Ohio through until tomorrow makes everything blur together. We’re already confusing which day is which, and can’t remember what exactly we did this morning. I also can’t remember who’s foot that is touching mine. Given that there’s only two of us, and Michael is staying on his side of the car (now), I’m pretty sure it’s mine. It may have fallen asleep somewhere around Des Moines.
Travel tip: look for pizza joints near state colleges. Today we learned about Bob’s Your Uncle outside Iowa State: cajun chicken, roma tomatos, feta cheese, and approximately 100% cute waitresses. Yes, please.
For the people whose bikes are in the back, just know that Chewie’s is the only one that we sold off for gas money. Did you know that a single time trial bike can net enough to fill a 30 gallon tank? It’s another reason to keep your rig shiny, it increases the resale value in Gary, Indiana. (Hint.)
We also found The World’s Largest Truck Stop (TM) (sic) in Iowa. It had its own food court, theater, clothier (they’ll customize anything you bring ’em, including tie-dyes), and dentist (not kidding). The number of belt buckles for sale alone was pushing near the limit of what I’ve seen. Imagine if we’d melted down all of Chewie’s bikes and made them into belt buckles, that’d only be 12% of what TWLTS offered.
Tomorrow is a shorter trip to one of my favorite cities in America, Boulder CO. Be looking for stories of Runzas, Pearl Street and University Cycles, The Sink, CU astrophysicists, and true honest-to-not-Eastern-Ave mountains. I’m getting tingly already in my other foot.
Monkeys and cogs,