
sun was setting, and i didn't have anything more than front and rear blinkyblink lights to keep pickups from running me over (some of those rural folk drive really fast on these dirt roads) so i started back without making it to Davey.
'never again during the remainder of his journey to San Francisco would he equal or surpass this day's eighty-eight-mile effort. furthermore, never again on the trip would he encounter roads as fine as those he met in the Cornhusker state. riding through Wyoming and every state or territory thereafter, Nellis would long for the "excellent paths" of Nebraska.' - An American Cycling Odyssey, 1887
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