1. Well, there goes my theory that you can’t get a speeding ticket in a Prius.
2. I brought three (3) pieces of kit that deserved use (In order from Bottom to Top, In to Out) :
*Did not receive use during July 31st through August the 3rd, 2014
3. Omaha Bicycle Co. : A true community bike shop. Having never been in before (much less never been in Benson), it felt as comfortable as your favorite pair of shoes. I imagine it would not be very difficult to set up base-camp and stop in every morning for a wonderful shot of espresso before heading out into the gravel hills which surround the community. Sarah and Vince have created a shop I think anyone would be proud to call their own.
5. Dario’s Brasserie has a ‘Beer Float’ which consists of Indeman’s framboise raspberry lambic with vanilla ice cream. Failing to notice this is possibly the worst part of my trip.
6. Being in an elevator with three Golden Retrievers who were pretty much the happiest dogs I’ve ever seen.
7. Archetype Coffee in Midtown produced a darn fine espresso shot. It was bright, nutty and welcome at 8 AM post-#Fleche. The decor was sparse, but well thought out. Possessed the feeling of a fresh notebook.
8. Speaking of the #Fleche : August 2nd, 2014 the #Fleche took place in two locations for the first time. One took place in Minneapolis/St. Paul as it is apt to do, the other in and around Midtown and was led by Mr. Jonathan Neve. It was through Jonathan’s photos that I first was captivated by the Omaha area and I’m certain if you do yourself a solid and follow him on Instagram he’ll do the same for his new home. Thanks for the ride, sir.
9. The Wabash Trace Nature Trail heads from Council Bluffs, IA to Blanchard, IA. It is maintained by individuals who donate their time and private property (as opposed to many other trail projects). This wonderful trail that can be enjoyed for only $1 per day. After setting out from the trail head, Doug and Kim Scherlie accompanied us and informed us of the trail’s history, ‘Margharitaville’ and the infamous ‘Taco Ride’. Truly, there are no better guides to the world of Nebraskan cycling. We rode down to dinner and then started back just as the sun was setting over the hills of southwest Iowa.
The sound of gravel beneath tires, laughter of friends and slow descent into the evening made it familiar. The amount of fireflies was impressive and awe-inspiring as we made our way back until, they too, decided to pack it up and call it a night.
‘Why should we fly off to Paris or Rome?
When we have long Summer nights right here at home.’
– G. Keillor, Midwest