….tender, frou-frou, wobbly Edwina…suck it up, Buttercup, the trails belong to me!!!! This was a day I was built for. Crushed limestone…sure, even Edwina can handle limestone, but there was gravel, there was sand, there were bumps, big rocks and more. Exactly what a Clydesdale can handle…smooth out the ride and just do…the…job. Edwina, sorry, but you would have whined the whole time and probably tripped over those skinny little tires you wear while I just kept on carrying on. From now on, the trails belong to me…don’t even ask. Stick to the road.
What about the ride? Ah, it was a nice day of riding. Reclaimed rail bed from Clinton to Sedalia. Really can’t complain…ok….there is one complaint. I just had to put my tire down and tell the human, “NO!” No, I will not pose for another picture in front of another station sign. No, I will not pose for a picture at the high point of the Katy trail….a whopping 995′ above sea level on a day where the steepest gradient was 1.2%. No, I will not pose in front of an old train engine painted in some glaring colors for the kids. No…No….No…I am not a frou-frou bike. I am not Edwina who loves to pose and loves to check out the polish of her frame, her components and keeps her tires spotless. No. I. Will. Not. Pose. Geez…let’s just ride, OK?
Travels With Edwina 