6 am in the lobby of The Broadway:
Roche Percee Natural Arch in the bluffs above the Missouri:
We lifted our bikes over the hazard.
I took a long rest in Hartsburg and met a fellow blogger, Doug, who lives near Jefferson City. We had a wonderful visit. His recommendation of Red Wheel Bicycles in Jeff City came in quite handy because Donna was having a terrible day.
Even though Billie and Donna hadn’t caught up yet, I pressed on to Jeff City – it was getting hot! A 3-story circular ramp took you up to the bridge to cross the Missouri River.
I found Red Wheel Bicycle easily and was quite happy to see Three Story Coffee next door. The man ahead of me ordered a drink and a scone. Before I could stop myself, I said, “I hope that’s not the last one.” It was. I literally whined that I hadn’t eaten all day (Donna was carrying my breakfast sandwich). He let me have it and immediately became a Trail Angel.
Donna got a flat tire. Neither Billie nor Donna could get the tire off the rim. A male cyclist stopped to help and got the tire off the rim. Getting the repaired tire back onto the bike proved to be difficult, but finally it was on … however now the brake was rubbing and her cyclometer cable was broken. She slogged 27 miles into Jeff City and went straight to Red Wheel Bicycles for a good repair job. Miles = 39.
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