The Twain shall never meet

So I rode to Hannibal Missouri today. Hannibal is home to Mark Twain. I don't know why but I picture towns of literary noteriety differently. Not saying the town was bad, just different. This town is not shy about promoting its native son. There have to be over a dozen places named either for Twain, Clemens, Injun Joe, and the like. I decided to avoid these places and fell upon The Other Place where I had a nice meal and a cool drink. I met some nice people and was told to go back the next day for the first biker dayz. Seems like I was a day early. Maybe I'll head up there tomorrow on my way to Illinois (I think I'm going to Illinois). Tonight I got to St. Louis. I tried to hook up with some hashers, but couldn't swing it. Pampering myself with a hotel for the night. Time for a beer or four, some grub and sleep. Thanks for reading. Keep those comments coming, they're making me smile.

On Out
M
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