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Day 41: Walking to the Beat of My Own Cowbell

By: Delia Stephens


I never thought I’d say it, but I'm kind of getting used to 95 mile days. Just kidding. They still suck.


But it definitely feels great to hop off the bike after a long day of listening to music or a podcast, get in the shower, and have a delicious premade dinner of pasta salad courtesy of our lovely host, John.


That's what we did today–biked 95 very uneventful and enjoyable miles, arrived at our host’s house at 4pm, and hung out for the rest of the evening. Part of our timeliness was due to the fact that Kate and Bethany bravely woke up the rest of the team, and part of that is because Kansas is very, very flat. So flat it's almost boring. To alleviate that boredom, I've been practicing riding with no hands. Don't worry, Mom and Dad, I haven't crashed yet. My goal is to be able to ride for the entire duration of Flobots’ masterpiece Handlebars. I'm getting pretty close.


Safety risks aside, we rolled up to our host John's home at around 4:30. He wasn't expecting to be home, so he had opened up his fridge and made us a delicious pasta salad. Luckily, John was there, and he and his girlfriend Ruth chatted with us and then led what he called a drum activity. He gave me a cowbell. He later learned that this was a mistake.


I tactfully and quietly hit a cowbell with a stick until Annie took it from me, citing damage to her eardrums. I respectfully disagree, but it's okay. I was done with it anyways.


Afterwards, we quickly went to bed in the cool air conditioning in order to get an early start to the next day.


// Delia

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