Day 29: Driving, Diners and A Famous Triathlete?

 

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After getting a not so comfy sleep in the car, I was ready to start the day and woke Scott to see if I could drive for a bit making a little headway early in the morning. It was overcast and my fear was that we would be driving into more rain which would make the drive long and would not be good for the bikes. It would also give Scott further rights to question the additional hundred thirty miles. But after about half an hour, the sun made its debut through the dark skyline and very quickly gained momentum as I continued to heading East towards Kansas City.

The speed limit was 75 and I was not use to the cars and big trucks moving at such as clip as Scott has done most of the driving. There was a steady wind blowing through Kansas and any time I moved towards 80 to keep with traffic, the top of the carrier would bounce and jiggle and cause a noisy racket. At some point it woke Scott and he stated he would check it out the next stop for gas.

Confirming there was nothing wrong, we continued on our journey trying to decide where would be a good place to swim as there were several smaller cities to choose from with open lap swimming hours. I wish we had had as many options in Denver, as all of our choices were a bust midday, but the kids had managed to train in the other disciplines, so it was not a wasted day. Today however, they needed to get in a swim and it was a priority to find a location to do so.

kansas police

The sun was up and I was enjoying the bright sun and fast moving clouds. The kids slowly started to wake and get situated for the day. Scott and I had been in discussion of the day’s activities and schedules and most importantly swim training and where we would get bikes cleaned and tuned up. No sooner than we had made a plan, I noticed blue and red lights behind me and immediately alerted Scott. Great, what have I done? The plate was off the trailer, but was conveniently located in the side door panel and easily accessed if needed. But the officer stated he clocked me at 90mph. What?? There was no way. I could not go over 80 without the top of the car sounding like a herd of elephants, so I confidently knew he was in the wrong. I tried to explain that there were truckers passing me going far greater and literally blowing my car of the road. As he stumbled around, he was not concerned with my comments and he was not going to admit his mistake, and acted like he could not hear me with the large trucks passing. I left with a ticket, knowing confidently I was not in the wrong. The car physically could not push those numbers with the carrier but I relinquished my driving responsibility for the day to Scott not wanting to drive anymore. We have gone this entire trip without a ticket or issue outside of the window mishap, and I was not going to let this officer frustrate me. I was more worried about insurance but Scott assured me that I could pay an additional fee and drive for six months clean and it would be fine. It was the principal that I was still chewing on. How can people in authority take advantage of a situation? Sometimes life was not fair. And though at first I wanted to fight it, I realized perhaps there was something bigger going on. I knew absolutely, 100% I was not in the wrong unless the speedometer was now broken, so I had to let it go. It was time to move on and help Scott organize the tune ups and workouts.

 

Day 29: Driving, Diners and A Famous Triathlete?

After getting a not so comfy sleep in the car, I was ready to start the day and woke Scott to see if I could drive for a bit making a little headway early in the morning. It was overcast and my fear was that we would be driving into more rain which would make the drive long and would not be good for the bikes. It would also give Scott further rights to question the additional hundred thirty miles. But after about half an hour, the sun made its debut through the dark skyline and very quickly gained momentum as I continued to heading East towards Kansas City.

The speed limit was 75 and I was not use to the cars and big trucks moving at such as clip as Scott has done most of the driving. There was a steady wind blowing through Kansas and any time I moved towards 80 to keep with traffic, the top of the carrier would bounce and jiggle and cause a noisy racket. At some point it woke Scott and he stated he would check it out the next stop for gas.

Confirming there was nothing wrong, we continued on our journey trying to decide where would be a good place to swim as there were several smaller cities to choose from with open lap swimming hours. I wish we had had as many options in Denver, as all of our choices were a bust midday, but the kids had managed to train in the other disciplines, so it was not a wasted day. Today however, they needed to get in a swim and it was a priority to find a location to do so.

The sun was up and I was enjoying the bright sun and fast moving clouds. The kids slowly started to wake and get situated for the day. Scott and I had been in discussion of the day’s activities and schedules and most importantly swim training and where we would get bikes cleaned and tuned up. No sooner than we had made a plan, I noticed blue and red lights behind me and immediately alerted Scott. Great, what have I done? The plate was off the trailer, but was conveniently located in the side door panel and easily accessed if needed. But the officer stated he clocked me at 90mph. What?? There was no way. I could not go over 80 without the top of the car sounding like a herd of elephants, so I confidently knew he was in the wrong. I tried to explain that there were truckers passing me going far greater and literally blowing my car of the road. As he stumbled around, he was not concerned with my comments and he was not going to admit his mistake, and acted like he could not hear me with the large trucks passing. I left with a ticket, knowing confidently I was not in the wrong. The car physically could not push those numbers with the carrier but I relinquished my driving responsibility for the day to Scott not wanting to drive anymore. We have gone this entire trip without a ticket or issue outside of the window mishap, and I was not going to let this officer frustrate me. I was more worried about insurance but Scott assured me that I could pay an additional fee and drive for six months clean and it would be fine. It was the principal that I was still chewing on. How can people in authority take advantage of a situation? Sometimes life was not fair. And though at first I wanted to fight it, I realized perhaps there was something bigger going on. I knew absolutely, 100% I was not in the wrong unless the speedometer was now broken, so I had to let it go. It was time to move on and help Scott organize the tune ups and workouts.

CycleCity

It took more time than originally thought to secure bike tune ups as apparently most of the bike shops in Des Moines were two weeks out due to an upcoming bike race in the next couple of weeks. Immediately, we had to change our plans and secure a shop in Kansas City. Finding a couple of options, we secured a friendly and competent shop in Parkville called Cycle City which happened to be a block away from a YMCA. After we dropped off the bikes early afternoon, the kids managed to get a run in the hot humid sun and then swim almost 5000 meters. We had earlier in the day hoped to meet my cousin at the museum for a tour, but the bikes took longer than expected, so it would not be until later in the evening before we would connect. She recommended a wonderful BBQ restaurant called Oklahoma Joe’s that apparently by the wait was a huge deal. Connected to a gas station and convenience store, it did not look like much. But having lived in Chicago for almost eight years some of the best food comes out of dives and this was no different. The smell was infectious as we waited in the fast moving line entertaining ourselves with the numerous articles that filled the walls praising the small shop. “Thirteen Places To Eat Places Before You Die” caught Scott’s eye and we knew Lora had set us up for a wonderful meal.

OK gas OK joes images ribs

We finished our two slaps, three sides and twelve pieces of toast in record time with only a small doggie bag to carry out. With another recommendation from Lora aka Lulu we headed to Glace, an ice cream shop that again had people pouring out and onto the streets. As we parked up the street from the shop allowing some time to digest, several couples stopped to inquire about our bikes and hitch. This was not the first time on lookers were intrigued by the set up and we were happy to share our story.

glaceice cream pictures

Tonight however, shortly after Lulu arrived, we had Ben Schloegel approach us. Not knowing at first who he was, Scott and the kids enjoyed a lively conversation about the triathlon and biking for almost 45 minutes as I tried to connect with Lulu and Ben’s significant other on the side of the road. After leaving, Zach googled his name only to realize the impressive credentials of the humble former pro triathlete. Check out his stuff if interested at http://www.firefighterathlete.com   Wow, another very cool opportunity along this trip that we had not expected.

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It was getting late and the kids really wanted to stay at Lulu’s. I knew it was not her plan to have the five of us stay with her, but she opened her home which she shares with a large Akita Husky mix named Severa and a lovely roommate named Willow. After an additional run with the dog in the evening, the kids made her floor their bed for the night. It’s not often we get to see her and so the little time we had was super precious and the kids could not have been more thrilled. Lora is this extraordinary Mary Poppins like character and you would like nothing better than to find a few moments with her. Thank you my friend.

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Day 29: Driving, Diners and A Famous Triathlete?

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