the first guy we met
One week after graduation, on the evening of May 17, 1982, the three of us set out from my apartment. I knew that what we were doing was somewhat harebrained and my suspicions were confirmed at our first stop, just outside of Waco, where we purchased some barbecue sandwiches from the back of a truck.
The owner, a man with a big gut and overalls, looked at us like we were a little crazy, and asked “Where y’all headin’.”
When we answered he guffawed, “Yer goin' to Colorado in that?!?!” He was so taken aback that he actually said “in” instead of “on.” We were like the punch line of the funniest joke he’d ever heard. He was even less impressed when we told him, a little sheepishly, where we started....
we hadn’t even pedaled 5 miles.
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