After a delicious breakfast of bagels, bacon and more knock-knock jokes…
Kevin: Knock-knock!Emily: Who's there?
Kevin: Banana!
Emily: Banana who?
Kevin: Knock-knock!
Emily: Who's there?
Kevin: Bananana!
Emily: Banana who?
Kevin: Knock-knock!
Emily: Who's there?
Kevin: Bananana!
Emily: Banana who?
Kevin: Knock-knock!
Emily: Who's there?
Kevin: Orange!
Emily: Orange who?!?
Kevin: Orange you glad I didn't say banana?easily controllable laughter.Emily: Knock-knock!
Kevin: Who's there?
Emily: Apple!
Kevin: Apple who?
Emily: Apple you glad I didn't say banana?uncontrollable laughter.Kevin: I'm not sure you understood the subtlety of my previous knock-knock joke.awkward silence… I said goodbye to Cathy's great family. Emily covered her ears as I started my bike and u-turned my way back to the interstate.
Out of Denver, I got confused about a couple exits that might be explained by my spotwalla page. Eventually I said goodbye to the Denver skyline, which includes skyscraping buildings and mountains. Gone are the twists of the Sierra, Nevada desert, and Rockies, and in are the loooooong straight slabs of tarmac of the great plains. This is a good thing for covering miles. This is a bad thing if you are an insect in my flightpath. Notice the American flag in the headlamp photo. America!
More proof that, as my friend Kim would say, we live in an age of miracles: I got to listen to Guillen hit a grand-slam in the first against Narveson putting the Gigantes a half a game ahead in the pennant race above the Padres. I heard it live through my MLB app on my phone. Amazing. Until I rode out of AT&T data range. We'll see if Geoff's Rockies leave us and the Padres in their September dust.
Who's up for a little of "the good life," brought to you by the great state of Nebraska?!?! I was … by far. Beth calls me K.T.F.B. Kevin Too Far Brookhouser. I took my good life enthusiasm too far … as usual. Notice my awkward pose in this photo.
That's because just before this shot, I tried to hang under the H of this sign. However, the frame of this sign is a little sharper than the Colorado sign, so I ripped off a part of my ring-finger callous. Click here to see a bloody photo of my hand.
I also had to break through a closed lane to get the shot. I do it for you!
I had thought I might make it from Denver to Brunswick in one day. I thought wrong. So here I am in North Platte, Nebraska. When riding a bike, it's best to get a motel room with a door right on the parking lot. It makes it easier to haul luggage. Unfortunately this is a hallway motel 6. Fortunately, I found a workaround--window turned door. As of now, I haven't been kicked out.
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