Fair enough- I envisaged a nice pootle along there at a modest pace. D'oh!
Seems like the guys I set out with all had their racing numbers pinned-on: take a bow Tom, Bob, Chris, Lee...that was about as fast a 15 miles as you'd want on an empty stomach. Still, at least we had the choice of the seating!
Possibly one of Ohio Bob's cast-offs...yeah baby!
On the way out of Liberty prior to caning-it again, this time with Steve, Mark, Lee and Bob. Sort of enjoyable...I think!
Almost camouflaged your dish, Sir...
The bridge over the Illinois River before Meredosia...
Opposite direction full-on chap cycling from Minnesota to San Francisco. Best of luck, Sir...
The post-lunch session was a more sedate solo affair, as we all had shredded ourselves, hah-hah!
In any event, we were at our Springfield hotel before 3pm...a nice way to start a day-off. Cheers!
Our food options were narrowed-down slightly when UK Steve/Sir Clive said that he had never been to 'Hooters': no loss in culinary terms but this situation needed to be adressed. Purely in the sake of research...
Four sad, middle-aged geezers: (L-R) Lee, Steve, me, Chris.
Here they are...Pin the numbers on!
