99 Guest Blog: Ragbrai from the Driver's Seat, Part 7

By Day 6, The Deb was making big strides and personal accomplishments. She had been nervous about driving the Ark. Now she was passing people left and right, cutting down busy side streets, and hot rodding past Lance Armstrong. Enjoy.

Day six already.  

The day started with a storm, sorry you all got so wet.  It was windy and rainy and yucky.  I had a horrible ride as I know you all were. 

The Ark doesn’t do well going in a cross-wind* and I thought I would have to join 3 Fingers and be the claw woman.**  

I knew I had to take the motor home to the meet town cause it was so cold and yucky outside.  As I was coming into the meet town, I thought I was waived off the road to where the support vehicles were suppose to park.  So I did what anyone else would do, cross the rider road and park on a side street.  

Even the home owners felt sorry for us. I had an ok visit, but they didn’t offer any beer.  I headed into town to check it out, met The Dale, and he needed a bit of warming up.  We were glad the sun was coming out.***  Then we went back into town to check the food and entertainment.  I think the rain really put a damper on the meet town, but Sumner continued to try.   

The beavers came, followed their ritual drink, scrounge for food, warmed up a bit more, drank and left.  Ok, off to the end town for me!  I cannot believe I got the ARC down the streets and between two other motor homes parked on a street.  But I didn’t kiss any mirrors, and off I went.  It was very nice, and had The Dale been driving I would have been a fricking mess!  

I arrived in the end town and found it was also a mess trying to get to our homestay. It was not easy at all.  

This was the first hostess that had food for us and was ready to get her party on!  She was such a great hostess. She had even bought breakfast sandwiches for everyone and was a bit disappointed when no one ate.****  Hmmm.  I stayed and visited a bit to make up for it.  

The back yard was quite a view of tent city in a wee town.  This was the first time everyone had agreed to go into town, but alas, no bus transit found.  Dejected we went back to the host family and ate leftover burgers and hot dogs.  Good save there!  

I just wanted to also remind everyone that Team Beaver should be proud of me. I passed Lance Armstrong's RV.  The pride comes not so much that it was Lance Armstrong’s but that I passed anything.  

I didn’t have much of a good impression of Independence.  I was looking forward to day seven.

*Funny, neither do beavers.

**I have no idea what she is talking about. Apparently she got into the Jack while she was writing.

***Thanks, Norman.

****What?? I have no recollection of this.