part the first.

in which the road conspires in hubert's favor.

I had been asked to ride in the 4th of july parade in erikson that morning.
tempting, very tempting,
but i couldn't turn down a tailwind so i made tracks.
heading east,
4th of july 2009.
easy riding, good tail wind, lots of little kids blowing stuff up.
fond memories abound.
late in the evening and the driving crowd had turned hostile.
the beer was beginning to soak in.
time to get off the road.
riding down a slow country road I spot a small town.
quick look around and no one about.
back on the main road,
riding on.
to the left,
past the fertilizer plant, appears to be a park, with everyone watching some game.
fireworks are sure to be next.
no campsites to be found, so i decide to dive into the neighboring cornfield after the show.
creston, nebraska.
i didn't blend in at all.
but i didn't care.
i love fireworks
i ate hot dogs.
i wished i had some beer.
i wished someone would spot my obviousness and offer me some beer and hospitality.
no luck.
the game finished, the sun began to set, everyone turned towards center field where a pickup truck had unloaded the show.