The night before last was absolutely a hoot. We were eating at KFC when a guy named Pony introduced himself as the proprietor of the motel next to us and offered a cold beer. We had just eaten so nothing sounded better. It turned out that Mike and Dylan were staying at the motel that night so we were jst sitting around chatting and soon enough bikers began to come in by the truckload. We were convinced to stay for the eveneing with the chance to visit a beautiful spring with rope swings as well as dinner for the whole crew. We couldnt pass this up. By the time our pasta feast was over, there were 14 cyclists sitting around the table. 3 eastbounders and 11 west. We ended up keeping the party going and everyone joined in and kept buying rounds of beer. The games we played were incredibly hilarious and kept me in stitches. I met a lot of really great people and Pony was as kind as ever to allow us to camp onhis property for free and feed us as well. Plenty of trail magic going on that night.
So we're in Ash grove, Missouri and I'm starving so its about time for lunch. Adios
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