It’s not often you see naked people outside, you know–doing it–but that was just the beginning of an awesome ride. I was less than 4 miles from home, heading up Anthony St. near the MU campus when I noticed a tent in someone’s side yard. Then I noticed what looked like a person inside, so I kept staring (what else is there to do?). About the time I was lined up really well with the opening of the tent, I saw a fully naked girl sit up on an equally naked guy, and begin to reach over and close the flap. At 8:00a.m. on a Saturday. I hope they were enjoying themselves.
I had planned on 50 miles, which I figured was more than enough to test how comfortable my new seat was on a long-distance ride. I headed through campus to the MKT trail, and weaved in and out of large clumps of people along the way. I guess 8a.m. on a Saturday is the cool time to be on the trail. I also noticed something: the older a man is, the shorter his running shorts are. Guys in their twenties seem to keep mostly to longer cargos, but those in their senior years have a taste for shorty-short atire to apparently show off their aging legs to unsuspecting people like me. I’d hate to see what a 110-year-old would wear, ‘cuz I bet it’d be something like this. The weather was so nice, though, that I did my best to not vomit as I made my way to Rocheport, MO.
I’ve never found a town that did such a good job of hiding away candybars, because none were to be had. Nonetheless, I did get one on the way back at a little place called Katfish Katy’s. The only thing I didn’t find at K’Katy’s was friendliness, as the owner seems to dispise the very customers that keep him in business. From now on, I’ll be sure to just pedal right on by, you grumpy old coot . Instead of heading back to Columbia, I went straight a few more miles to Cooper’s Landing and headed North on Route N., eventually making my way back to town, and back to the MKT again. Thankfully, the old, partially naked men were absent this time.