Lacrosse to Ness City

Man, today felt like the comeback ride. After bonking the day before, my riding partner and I were thrilled to have a fun, safe ride where we acted like a team. As low as we felt the day before, we were feeling equally high today. It seemed that our attempts at reconciliation had paid off. 

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The ride was straight forward. We hit the road by 6:30 am. Getting on the road before 7:00 am was always a small victory for me. We communicated well the full four hours. I would call out any oncoming traffic while Celine pointed out obstructions. We felt like a team where the whole was greater than the sum of its parts. You know, there's really not much to say about a safe, successful ride. All I can tell you was that our spirits were high when we arrived in Ness City. I guess no news was good news. 

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As if the ride wasn't pleasant enough, we were treated to the sweetest, most nostalgic taste of Americana once we arrived in Ness City. Around noon we checked in to the police station. The officer on duty welcomed us to the town, then directed us to the city park and pool just a few blocks away. Once there we discovered that the pool's entrance fee was only one dollar. Despite a tight budget, I could afford that. I spent the afternoon feeling like I was in grade school again, enjoying the carelessness of a humid summer afternoon. 

That evening we stuffed our faces with Mexican food, then returned to the city park where we were instructed to camp out. We were joined by four other guys riding the TransAm cross country. I joined this group of three Minnesotans and one German to watch a little league softball game. The game was pretty hilarious. I never realized how incredibly hard it was to get an out in little league softball. The number of errors and runs was through the roof. Nearly every girl that made it to first base would steal second. When the catcher would posture as if she were going to throw to second, the coach, along with everyone in the bleachers, would yell, "Nooo! Hold it!" Errors were a dime a dozen in this game. 

So that was the comeback ride. It felt like things were beginning to fall in to place. Our ride was pleasant, the weather was cooperative and the destination was serendipitous. Out here on the road, and especially in Kansas, one day was no indicator of the next. Who knew how tomorrow would be. 

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