This is about as exciting as two nights before Chrisistmas. There's nothing remotely bikie to do, nothing to check, clean or adjust. Everyone's bikes are loaded safely in the moving van. We are waiting in a motel for the Iowa bus to arrive at 5:30 AM. At least everyone will be with their own kind on the bus. Conversations will drift back towards great rides of the past. Everyone will pull out their best story ("No kidding, there I was...")and those stories will travel up and down the aisle taking care of our hunger for at least a little while for one more ride.
Before the sun rises on Sunday morning that day will will start it's own story and I think it will be a good one.
Tomorrow: the biggest, baddest bike store in the world.
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