Great Googly Moogly-it's Ogallala, by golly!

Ogallala, Nebraska. The end of a rainless day's ride. I'm happy but pretty burnt. The Lincoln Hiway across Nebraska is very pretty. And mostly desolate. Most of the cool old roadside places are closed, but there's enough evidence of them to make you feel ok. You pretty much mark progress by how many town grain elevators you pass--which is all of them. I will say that Union Pacific does a very brisk business in freight along this route...non-stop backing and forthing with the trains on three sets of rails that parallel US 30, carrying coal, cars, grain, fertilizer, and lots of inner city graffiti out into the heartland. Everyone's quite nice, from the waitress at Central City's "Waffles N' More"--which advertises the best cheeseburger in town, and rightly so!--to the guy in the leather store who, when asked if he could make me some assless chaps, hesitated a moment and replied that all chaps are assless; that's what makes them chaps. They got them a pretty little movie house there too. Also met a nice drunk named Bert at "The Den", a small watering hole in North Platt right at the Mountain Time crossing. Tonight I'm going to try and find myself something that won't add layers to the insides of my arteries, but I don't hold out much hope. Then tomorrow its a lazy 240 miles in to Boulder and final prep for the next leg of the adventure; the first official meeting and ride of The Assless Chaps MC "In Memory of Dirty Sanchez" at Dot's Diner ('where folks get their yolks').