Man look at all that stuff...
For a fast lunch I popped into Wal-Mart aka Wally World where there was a Sub Way conveniently located. Complete with an amazing number of short people aka children who seemed bent on breaking both the sound barrier and noise index simultaneously. I think they succeeded.
The small town of Highland was my next stop as I needed to find out where I was and where I was going. Yellow Peril’s fancy Navigation System is a lot more complex than the simple Garmin Zumo 550 I’m familiar with to so it’s taking me awhile to learn how to use it. I stopped at the local Casey’s General Store where I fueled up and bought some cold water; then I rode around until I found a shady spot where I could park and reconnoiter.
Highland KS in 5 easy photos
The endWhile I was staring blankly at the map of Kansas a guy stopped by to chat and give me a few suggestions about local highlights; ie, recently flooded areas along the Missouri River. When I asked if the water had completely withdrawn he thought about it for a minute, then agreed it might not be and maybe I should skip that particular point of interest. Good thinking I thought. We talked about his riding experiences during his college days on British bikes that had the shift lever on the right instead of the left. What is it with the Brits anyway, are they a nation of dyslectics? Don’t answer that.
When I finished touring the sights of Highland I set out following a series of highway signs marked “auto tour” or something like that which I interpreted to be some sort of trail to significant points of interest. After awhile I realized that folks in Kansas most likely consider corn as an interesting and maybe even significant site as that was the general view. I actually like corn well enough; maybe it’s the deep shade of green or something so my tolerance level for riding through fields of it is fairly high.
This would be the main drag
Cousin Roy's Seed Shop & Sundries
When your beer is cold your heart is warm
The same went for the café next door which was frequented by locals who like locals everywhere seem to understand the quickest way to get service is go for whatever you want yourself as the leaning waitress is stuck to the table and unlikely to notice you.
Please be patient while I lean my butt on the table and ignore you
I love small towns with huge banks