92 Day 7 Independ to Gutten: Strawberry Fields, Hanger, and Chiseled Jaws

Strawberry Wine! 17! 

I had just pulled my bike over in a yard in Strawberry Point. I was feelling kind of grumpy. I think someone had been rude to me, or I had perceived some rudeness, on the hill into town. Or it was too windy or too sunny or whatever. Just normal Saturday grumping, but I found Too Much and the Mayor and hung around in the grass waiting for the beaver regroup.

Then, like a bolt, Steven shot by me, behind me, down the sidewalk, where she came to a stop in the grass, threw her bike down, and stomped across the street. Hanger. So much hanger. 

We sheepishly followed her across the street to the tangle of food stands, kybos, and--oddly enough--the Bachelor. 

You could plow fields with those jaw lines.

I don't know anything about the Bachelor and it was a surprise to me this one was from Iowa. Who knew? He was an attraction, an attractive attraction, and girls were getting their picture with him.

I desperately, desperately wanted to get a picture of Too Much with him. "C'mon," I begged. "It will be hilarious." Too Much refused and instead bought himself half a chicken. 

Oh well. 

While we were milling about this area we noticed that some douches had put their bikes right in front of the sticker board. They had actually leaned their bikes on the spot where teams were putting stickers. We had the brilliant idea to show them who was boss and just go ahead and put our stickers on their bikes (not all the way stuck) to show them how rude they were being. Seriously? 

Is that enough chicken for ya?

We weren't satisfied with stop and we knew there was strawberry shortcake to be had, so we got on our bikes and headed down the road in search of sweeter delights.