The Rock had met us the night before and decided it would be a good idea to ride his track bike. We try our best not to argue with him because his personality matches that of a barroom instigator. Paul is also our club reverend and he often prays over us in the morning before we hit the road.
About 25 miles into the ride we saw a Dairy Queen and chose to stop. It didn't seem like many of their patrons were used to seeing three guys in skin tight clothing, but I am pretty sure the truckers didn't mind. While we were there we met a gentleman, who I could only guess is about 80 years old, with his father enjoying a blizzard. Apparently the fountain of youth is hiding at a DQ somewhere west of Boonville. They gave us some good directions and saved us about 7 miles, thanks old dude and almost dead father.
After meeting Jinpu a few hours later we decided to cut the ride down to about 65 miles after we estimated we would not arrive in Lee's Summit until about 11pm. We called around and found a hotel with some comfy beds in Concordia. We grabbed a bite to eat at a local saloon and met some of the locals. It is interesting where you find a southern accent in this state.
Only 65 miles to Kansas City.
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