Day 5. Mile 812. Phillipsburg, mo

I lost 66 again and had to ask for directions. The very amused staff
told me that I was on 66. I was a bit embarassed, but recovered nicely
by telling them that I had been on since chicago.

A staff member asked me how bad my crash was. I told him the crash
wasn't mine, but I was keeping the bike ugly for theft purposes. He had
an r1, but was familiar with my bikes engine. I discussed my r/r
worries, but enthused about my wonderful v4.

I am jon, destroyer of cornbugs, crusher of butterflies, and mangler of
winged insects.

~ I write with your life and my own ~