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DAY32 -Approved workmen are not ashamed

I woke up, groggy, and focused as best I could my Ocular devises on the double set of toes at the other end of my abode. Yes I thought, they were mine, and I was whole................my body was complete..........and covered in nylon............I was moist but not wet. Praise the Lord, I knew today would be good now it was time to roll back the door of tent and see what awaited me. I think that the Lord has the same sense of humor that I have....................there was not even a hint of wind from the south..............No sireeeeee Bob, it was strait out of the north now and just as frantic as the day before.
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Hey, you get what you Pray for................I asked for a cessation of all south winds..........that is what I got!!!
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I rolled up camp, and had at least 37 miles to get to a town that had a church.........or could have a church. Now I had to meet my obligation from the night before, and I bent to the task at hand and pedalled in a good steady rythm. The north wind only worked directly against me in a few parts of the ride, and for the most part it worked with me and I rode strong.............er, we rode strong. Marion was my Church destination, and I made it at 10:16.............sorry Pastor Mike, but not much different than I do in Coalinga...............and usually in my Spandex as well.
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The Pastor at this Church was a young fella, maybe 30 with a little wife and new baby. I was greeted by the whole congregation with a clap and a round of handshakes. I was then informed that just the week before, another biker had pulled into to this Church and was riding from Anchorage to the Florida Keys.........and that he to sought the fellowship of Christ on his journey. The sermon asked us all, to look inwardly at our preparedness and readiness for the secreted arrival of Jesus Christ as it is said.................."I shall come as a thief in the night!" It was good, because I was thinking about that very thing for the rest of my ride that day.
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The sermon ended, and I had time to visit a little with the new Pastor, and he was in-particular excited about the commencement of an AWANA program at the Church, and had 13 kids the first night. In addition there was a lady from Witchita, who had never met a stranger nor kid she couldn't put in line.............teaching for her was a passion not an occupation. Anyways, she filled me in on most of the history of Marion, and this Church. She photographed me, left me so awestruck I forgot to get a picture of her.
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Man the farms are so clean around here, and there is plenty of very good water since there is plenty of Limestone. The abundance of rock shows up in many downtown buildings and houses.......I just love the look of Limestone. My plan for the day was to get to Cotton-wood falls some 20 plus miles from Emporia. But, I rode so strong, and made one wrong turn on the back roads, that I missed Cotton wood Falls and was on the correct road to Emporia before I knew it.
As I rode into the outer edge of Emporia, I was sort of fretting about finding a RV Park so I could have a Shower and do some Laundry. Bingo, right there, all I had to do was cover one eye and turn right and I was into the RV park. I arrived at exactly 6am, 12 hours from when I got up that day. I rode thru rain clouds all day, felt a few drops but never got real wet. It was cold on this day, and felt like late October, the bike never got over 62 degrees, I wore all my clothes.............including my "tie" Mike.
I done up my laundry first, a good washing and full drying for everything. Camp was up and it was now well past dark as I had a shower. I didn't feel like anything with noodles in it, so I headed for the Flying J Truck Plaza across the Highway 77.
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Now for safety sake, after 9pm, I always order a Ham&Cheese Omelette and ask them to burn the fire out of the hashbrowns and the toast to be even safer. A serious mistake at this outfit, there was enough grease on the plate to have my Omellete float. SO I picked around and got enough to fill me up sort'a. Walked back to my tent, called a few friends and turned in for the night.
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Good NIght and God Bless.
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Comments

Hey Jeremiah, I know its too late but, I have 1821 miles on my Michelin race pro. Might be the best tire Ive had.

nw

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