Day 5. Mile 1160. Eureka, ks

I've made some damn fine time. Wichita is only 60 miles away. I thought
I wouldn't be there until midnight, but now I think I can get there
before 10. Of course, a cruising speed of 95 miles an hour helped.
Kansas roads are long, lonely, and straight.

The problem with racing the sunset is that I live from mile marker to
mile marker. I don't take time to appreciate the scenery. That's too bad
because through the white sheen of the sun I could see lush, lolling
green that stretched across my field of vision. Occasionally a cluster
of trees would pop up, but life was always green, flat, and vast.

I'm sitting in a local restaurant. To my right, two girls climb over the
table in an attempt to wipe up a spill. The father smiles at me
apologetically. The sidekick attracted a girl who looked over, mouthed a
coo, then ran away. I would venture that the father is only a few years
older than me. His clothes belie a manual trade. That kind of living
ages a man.

Its 8;15 now. I probably won't get back on the road until 9. I have to
ride at night. I'm not too worried, but let it be known that I detest
cornbugs, whose slattered guts refract the highbeams, which I hate, too.
I bet the deer are waiting for me. They know I ate bambi for my
graduation dinner and they want a rump of jon.

I wonder if highway pegs look good on a viffer. My knees are always the
first to complain.

~ I write with your life and my own ~