The best part was Falls City, Neb., our destination, our host and my personal tourist favorite. This year it was perfect. Riders started arriving around 2 p.m. After taking showers, we sat around outside, swapping stories and sipping our favorite beverage. It was a good thing almost everyone arrived by 5 p.m. We piled in a van, a station wagon and a pickup truck for the wonderful ride to nearby Rulo, home of the famous catfish restaurant.
Cyclists generate more malarkey while devouring vast quantities of catfish and other goodies.
Sunday was even better for cycling-up to a point. Mother Nature did flex her muscles with afternoon thunderstorms. The spotty nature of these beasts meant some riders finished more or less dry while others were alternately soaked by an irritating drizzle or pelted with a cold downpour and treated to gales and lightning. It was not fun to drink splatter from riders in front so this was one point where we more or less fought over taking pulls at the front. We thought we had pretty much escaped the worst of it when we hit the Mother of All Thunderstorms just two miles from Parkvilleand shelter.