Friday, May 28, 2010

Liberal, KS to Dodge City, KS-82 miles

Me in the tunnel at the hideout.





Mr. America, aka Superman, aka Craig with his usual tough guy look.









The wheat looks purple, must be the lighting. The Dalton Gang hideout.






Testing out the sasparillo?










The 2 vigilantes who appear happier than before they were arrested.....maybe it was the beers.




















I loved some of these signs in boot hill. There should be a law that cause of death in everyone's obituary. I mean come on, dead eye killed by red eye.





















































Shouldn't all cemetaries have a motto?

















One of the local townspeople coming out to greet us....or maybe a rider who got a T shirt in Hooker, OK

What a beautiful day in the neighborhood. A very pretty day. We left Liberal for Dodge City. We had a cross wind most of the first 60 miles except for about 10 miles into the first SAG where it turned into a headwind. The first SAG stop was the hideout for the Dalton gang before their ill-fated attempt to rob not 1, but 2 Coffeyville, KS banks at the same time. Needless to say, after 20 minutes the gang was pretty much wiped out except Emmett Dalton who although thought dead, made a full recovery. After 15 years in prison (he claimed he never fired his gun) he lived a full and happy life and became a leading citizen and proponent of Tulsa. If you haven't read about the Dalton Gang, you should just google them up. Makes for some interesting reading.

Anyway, at the hideout the Daltons constructed a tunnel leading from the house to the barn in case of unexpected visitors, particularly the local law establishment. The Daltons had a penchant for robbing trains and probably should have stuck to their knitting (train robbing). The railroad got (I love to talk Texan) and started posting armed guards in the train cars, which put a stop to the train robberies. Bob Dalton was the brainchild behind robbing the Coffeyville banks, and really wanted to put an end to this talk about the James Gang (not Joe Walsh, but the original James gang). "Hey why not rob 2 banks at once. No one has ever done that". He forgot that Coffeyville is where Emmett went to grade school and sure enough someone recognized them. Well, we all know that a catastrophe is a series of small events that seem to go awry at the same time. The local townspeople all headed over to the hardware store where the proprietor started handing out Winchester rifles......Well, we all know what happened next.
After this visit we headed off to Dodge city with a 20 mph tailwind. We must be living right. It was absolute fun as Greg and I sometimes reached speeds of 34 mph and were averaging about 28 mph. I had gone on a solo break at the 40 mile mark (Greg caught me at 60) and we were trying to stay out front. Not to be as Harold the Hammer, caught us 3 miles shy of town, arrested us and sure enough we ended up in the Dodge City slammer. We have pics to prove this story is at least partially true, although Marshall Hal allowed us to have a few brews in the pub prior to incarcerating us (or is it inebriating?????).

We visited Boot Hill and a small museum. Some of the headstones, actually headwoods but that just doesn't sound right are pretty amusing. I am including a few for your enjoyment.
Craig finally had his arm problem (remember he wrecked on day 2 or day 3) taken care of. He had a large bump filled with fluid who should not be named. At route rap he took a sterilized x-acto knife and cut into it in front of all of us. Particularly to the dismay of Tracy. In spite of all my antics Craig has now taken the heat off of me. The hotel however is backcharging him for the cleaning bill. Just kidding......Actually Craig went to the doctor (we have a gynocologist and a cardiologist) and he took a scapel to the arm. Mr. Ironman will be back in action soon. Stay posted.!!!!

All in all a great day. Hard to believe we biked 82 miles before noon.

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