Pittsburg

15 measley miles. Because it is one million degrees.

This morning, we rode passed 4 or 5 boys playing on their front lawn. As we rang our bells and waved, one boy shouted, "Nothing to see here, just a few kids playing" all nonchalant and grown-up like; we couldn't stop laughing at A) the fact that he used that line, and B) how natural it flowed out of his mouth. I'm still laughing.

We went straight to the bike shop to check our chains and cassettes. A chain has a life of about 1,500 miles before it has stretched and damages the cassette. Luckily, I needed nothing replaced, and McKinley only replaced her chain, even though she was 1,500 miles over life. Phew!

On our way out of town, we went to Braums for ice cream. Well, we loitered long enough to answer at least half a dozen peoples questions, score free limeades from an employee, chat for an hour with a local man having a birthday banana split, and get hungry enough to eat another meal. After a little number crunching out of the heat, we decided to stay in town, rather than die in the death sauna that is Kansas. So, Missouri, and the Ozarks, will have to wait until the morning.

Please, oh please, turn down the heat. McKinley says, "It feels like I'm choking and a heater is blowing on me." Bleck.

Also, we realized today that we haven't washed clothes in one and a half states. That's a long time.