First the news: Steve Williams, who writes the blog Scooter in the Sticks, has featured Single Cylinder Psyche in a recent posts. Steve’s blog was the first that I read on a regular basis, and he was my inspiration for setting up my own blog. I am humbled that Steve has recommended Single Cylinder Psyche to his readers, and hope that you will visit his site. Scooter in the Sticks is many things, but I visit it mostly for its stream of thoughtful insights on life. Thank you Steve.
This day was another in what is turning out to be a series of days that I will probably remember as the Heartland phase of the ride. The roads seem safe, there is a continuous flow of interesting sights, and it’s fun to be on the scooter. I’m almost giddy with the experience. Of course there are the inevitable small challenges…when and where to find fuel, food and shelter…those things we reliably have at our disposal in our hometowns can be elusive while traveling down an unfamiliar country road.
The path was a straight shot south on Hwy 183 from Phillipsburg to Kinsley, Hwy 50 west to Dodge City, then 283 south and 60 east to my bed in Ashland. I was interested to discover the nature of Hwy 50, the Lincoln Highway. It was the original transcontinental highway, has much history and a sentimental connection for me. The section I traveled was two-lane, but it was a fast and busy two lanes. I wouldn’t choose it to go cross-country on a scooter.
Small towns value their high school sports teams more than big cities do. They are more likely to know the players and player’s families…seems more meaningful than being attached to a professional franchise.
This is Josh. He’s an articulate and friendly young man who’s been 18 years in the grain business. He owns this machinery that is off-loading trucks from the field into long mounds of surface storage. He is obviously enthused about his work and took the time to explain the process to me.