Parts of the Kansas plains had record-breaking cold temps last night. It was 90F here on Tuesday but hit only a high of 44F today with no sun in sight. Wind chills were in the sub-freezing zone until about noon. Thankfully, of the trifecta of natural tribulations for bikers (temp, moisture and wind), only 1.5 were a challenge today. No rain and a wind that blew hard but out of the North by Northeast (least not directly in my face all the time on my dead east direction).
There's not much variety in this part of Kansas which is probably why they call it the Great Plains. There was some rattlesnake road kill...the chilly willies make the snakes seek the warmth of the roads where they often get planked. My most interesting observation pertains to road traffic. When a westbound truck crossed my path, the cold breeze felt like a slap in the face, so I kept my head down and held hard to the bike. Eastbound vehicles were a blessing. Livestock lorries, those semis of stench, would give me 1 to 1.5 seconds of drafting (being pulled along with minimal effort). Despite no oncoming traffic, one eastbound hog hauler slowed up for a few seconds as he passed me, gifting me with almost three seconds of effortless riding. Bless you food trough whopper delivery dude!
I'm in Dighton, Kansas tonight in a motel so old it took 45 minutes for the boiler to warm up enough to start heating the room. It's so retro it rocks. No dog blogs lately...I asked the motel attendant about the town and she gave the glaring review "This town is so old, just like this motel. We got a grocery store, a liquor store, there's the gas station on the corner and I can't forget the post office." So I will spend Friday night planning a day off on Monday where I hope to rent a car to do some bike repair errands and take in a few Kansas sights too far north for the TransAm route.