Ponderosa iterlude

soooo...What can be said about traveling acroos the country by bycicle with two of the greatest people ive ever known, each day the land changes as we make our way towards the east and life becomes simple. Staying full seems to be the biggest challenge when touring for long periods of time. For the last 5 days weve been administering lessons to kansas regarding the essence of mobology as weve left three horizantal burning lines across its mighty width along highway 24. Every night across this state there have been lightning storms like ive never seen in my live even in southern arizona and the weather changes extremely quickly. Two nights weve gone to sleep under the stars and awakened to the shocking (hehe) sounds of lightning. The trip as a whole thus far has bee more fantastic that i had ever imagined, one would think that fatty storms would keep three lowely rats from destroying 83 miles of highway, naaaaw. Im in the middle as the rain is pelting us like a hoarde of midgets under the weight of ukraine, i look back and see pete singing with the smile of a madman; he's lovin it. I ride up to nathan who looks really scary in his all black raingear and ask him how hes doing; he replies by unsheathing his imaginary broadsword, announcing that he is no longer nate but the black rider; i am slain. Gotta give a big shoutout to all the couchsurfers and friends that have put us up along the way, your all rastas (except that one wack dude in boulder, not you gordie, you is tight), as well as the homies holdin it down huge in Eugene we think of you all often and wish you could be crusin with us. Timmy Timmy Timmy you are wack for bailing on us but at least we have a month to get over it; me and the boys hope you have a grand freakin time on SNAKE Ave. Also big ups to the parental units of all for rockin it at -9 months to preempt the birth of three mercenaries. Last of all huge thanks to wheat, peanuts, and peru for all commin together to form the peanutbutter banana sandwich which was the only thing that carried us up togwoetee pass keeping us from crying like three canadian babies. sorry for the delay. your pal, kelvin