Day 21 - Resting in Sedalia

1 am on our rest day and pity was taken on us by two Sedalia locals Chuck and Michelle.

Apparently they couldn't bare to see us in those states (the norm after a rough day) on a garage forecourt (Dan scoffing and Joe out cold snoozing - more photos of both to follow) clearly lost and needing some sort of direction. Having shown us to the nearest motel we thought it only fair that we should visit them at the Biker Bar (Chez When) they own in town to say thank you.

We are not entirely sure how eating and drinking (inc. sampling a range of local beers) all night and then not being allowed to pay a dollar for the pleasure is saying thank you but too much beer and honey whiskey later it appeared the debt had been repayed. They appeared to be thrilled we'd spent the night with them and their local biker clientel - who even insisted on contributing towards the trip (they'd obviously been told about Joe's sleeping position next to pump number 4 the night before) and apparently we've got some bad boi Chez When t-shirts in the post.

This is just another example of the warm welcome we've recieved across America. This was on top of $10 we'd already been given by the local bike shop owner who we'd been in to see for tyres inner tubes earlier in the day. Despite being a former and very modest US cycling olympian (in the 80s/early 90s) he still pandered to our egos saying it was a great thing we were doing which deserved a beer on him.

Having had a fairly dismal introduction to Sedalia and ending up spending our day off in a particularly seedy Motel (Ramada Inn) we left still exhausted but with it in a much more positive light.