By the time we lined up at the start line of the Dirty Kanza 200, it had already been a loooong couple of days. Friday started with a slight navigational miscue (turns out the GPS is most useful when used) that stretched a 5 hour drive into something more like 7. It ended with the worst night of “sleep” in my entire life; sleep is in quotation marks because I think I laid awake in bed all night.
When Saturday morning started with the realization that my bike clothes were not only soaked (with cinnamon whiskey, no less) but also covered with shards of glass, I could only imagine what the rest of the day held in store for me.
Quite a bit, as it turned out….