WEDNESDAY!  We rode all day today – and we rode hard and long (we know what you’re thinking!) -  and we’re still in F'ING Missouri!  Geeez, doesn’t this state ever end?  But before we tell of today’s travels, let’s flip the page back to last night in St. Louis.  We ended up getting tossed from a bar by the bartender for being “drunk in public.”  Okay, two points about this and we’ll let it drop.  1. We weren’t drunk in public until they kicked us out, and;  2. the bartender’s name was J. Boozer (NOT KIDDING!) and he also plays guitar in a band that bills itself as “the world’s drunkest band!” (NOT KIDDING!).

Anyway, today we had to swing by Budweiser and pick up our checks before we hit the road.  Along the way we also picked up a few bikers from Canada to provide some muscle in case there was an “issue” with our WONDERFUL sponsor - no worry, they paid.  So, when we finally started west across the state we realized that we’re now in the land of straight lines and right angles.  The roads are perfectly straight and they all intersect at exactly 90 degrees.  Folks, the only curves around here are on washed up strippers drinking their lives away as some pool bar.

The other thing is that most of the roads are named with letters instead of numbers, and when they run out of single letters like “L or “K,” they start using double letters like “TT” and “LL.”  Folks, we drove over an hour on road “Double D” and never saw anyone with a bra that big.  Damn Missouri liars!  Anyway, we made it across the state to St. Joseph where the Pony Express started and Jesse James was killed.  We plan to investigate both of those issues right after a few beers or more…

      
              J. Boozer threw us out of a bar?                         We took some biker friends with us to collect!

      
   At Budweiser EVERYBODY pees standing up!               Okay, so why is "N" the opposite of "A?"