Sharon leads Tom and us west on the Katy on a much cooler and cloudy day than we’ve been having. The high today was low 80’s and we had mostly cloudy skies and even a bit of rain before noon. But it was good riding.
So many black snakes and so little time to spend with them.
That black snake must have been bad luck for me today because as I crossed the highway behind me I picked up a sound in my rear wheel like a stick was plucking every one of my 36!spokes. I stopped immediately and did all the usual visuals and could find nothing. Pulled the wheel out of the frame and it spun like a top, so, setting it back in led me to a tiny little spring clip that had moved out of place in my disk brake assembly and it was grabbing every cooling perforation in my disk. After tweaking the spring somewhat out of the way with my Swiss Army knife it only rubbed on the perimeter edge of the disk and I caught up with our group 30 minutes later, quietly squealing all the way.
It’ll be good enough to get me home and who knows, I may wear it down to a ignorable nubbin!
Katy Monument treasures along the way.
Finally, 64 miles later we enter Hermann, the winery, whiskey distilling and beer brewing capitals of east, middle Missouri!!
There’s a place called Doxi Slush that has 20+ slushy machines filled with liquor flavored frozen drinks. Tom didn’t like his “margarita” flavored drink so hating waste like I do, I volunteered to take one for the team and drank it outside of The Concert Hall and Barrel Tavern before dinner. We should have brought our Marlboros because they allowed smoking in there. Crazy Town Hermann.
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