Wheels rolling for 9am and a quick 100 miles under my belt on perfectly straight roads with nothing but corn to look at and I find myself just South of Salina stopping for a spot of brunch.
A few more hundred miles and thanking god I decided on updating my Ipod Playlists before I left the UK and I arrive In Tulsa.
I carried out my usual drill and found a bar on the outside of town and stepped inside for a beverage and a spot of local Knowledge.
To say this bar was a bit rough is like saying that airhead owners stink of wee,,,,,,,,,,, a bit
There was at least 3 crack pipes on the go and enough hash smoke in the air to stone a rhino.
They had never met anyone from out of their own state never mind from a different country.
To cut a long story short my advice would be as follows:
DO NOT slag of NASCAR racing and say "it all looks a bit boring" in a bar full of cracked up NASCAR fans in Tulsa Oklahoma.
I made my escape out of the fire exit and had to sacrifice the beer and Jack I had just ordered in a view to convincing them I would return ( you would think their suspicions where aroused when I left for the bathroom with my helmet and jacket under my arm)
Awful overpriced hotel and dined on the Mini Bar
Start: House of the king, Focus
Finish: All right now, Free
Mileage: 4800