“It was an Elan. A delightful little thing famously made of Kleenex and unicorn farts.” ~ Sam Smith
DAY TWO –
In Kansas the wind is relentless. I figured out why this is today…Oklahoma sucks and Nebraska blows. The day was colder than I had expected so I was bundled up for most of the morning all the way to my lunch in Coffeyville, KS. Once again I used ear plugs and my leather flying helmet over my hat which worked well until the adjusting buckle on the back of the hat created a pressure point that became more and more painful. While being beaten and pummeled I pondered a solution and found one that works very well. I bought a baseball cap at Walmart after lunch and cut the back two panels off along with the adjusting buckle and strap. While the hat would never stay on my head alone, when covered by the leather helmet it works great and is quite comfortable to boot.
Once I cleared Kansas, the hour or so through Missouri was nice. Rolling hills and a lot more trees made the wind less irritating and the road was smooth and pretty empty. But the best was yet to come. Within a mile after entering Arkansas, I saw this sign:
It was amazing. Put US 62 from Gateway to Eureka Springs on your “Best Roads” list. It sure is on mine. Not just the curves and dips, but the surface was some of the smoothest asphalt I have ever driven. Wonderful!! Let’s see if the road Dave Green recommended for me tomorrow will measure up to this one. Stay Tuned!
Impressions from the second day:
- Kansas is a thing to be endured rather than celebrated. It isn’t that it is flat, featureless and brutally windy, which it is, but that it is so long that it never seems to end. The southeastern most part is the best (other than the Flint Hills) but neither is enough to redeem it for me.
- Perhaps Kansas exists to make us appreciate the Ozarks in southern Missouri and northwest Arkansas even more than we otherwise would. I mean the contrast was stunning!
- Why is it Kansas and not Kansaw or why is it not Arkansas but rather Arkensaw? Just wondering. This is what driving through seven hours alone will do to me. Sigh.
- If the taste of highway 62 I got today means what I think it does, then I am really looking forward to highway 7 tomorrow.
Now to get ready for day three.
Hi, I’m Ross and I’m a tripoholic. I love driving especially in my old cars and then writing about the adventure that always follows. I’m old enough to know better but that doesn’t stop me. If you like stories of the road, every word true no matter how far fetched it may seem, then grab a beer or a cup of coffee and join me!
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