Below is a picture story of the Fatboy Katy Trail Ride. Tony “Facebook” Felich, Bob “Leme Fix This” Albright, Tomi “The Thief” Ardiles and my self, Brian “All Around Nice Guy” Hough. To read the rest of the story follow the link.
The Katy Trail is a Missouri State Park that runs 235 miles long from Clinton to St. Charles. Originally part of the Missouri, Kansas, Texas Railway, the initials have become the source of the current name, MKT and then shorter to KT and oddly longer again to Katy. The plan to ride was my idea back in december when I did not yet own a bike, now I own two, Laura one, a buggy and a Trek tricycle for Becks. The original plan called for us to take 5 days, go all 225 miles and camp along the way. Final plan was 3 days, 150 miles and staying in B&Bs and with friends along the way. Each of us have a story to tell, but they are all lies accept this one.
Day One: An Uphill Battle – 40 Miles
The comedy of errors began early as Tomi and Bob thought we were leaving at 2 p.m. after church and Tony and I knew it was agreed upon being as soon as possible after church. Before we even left Tomi had taught me a bit about the Peruvian culture he is so fond of. When I was looking the other way he stole an RPC United sticker off my helmet. He claims it belongs to him since we plays for the team this session and I do not. It was however purchased by Tony and designed by myself leaving me wondering if he has not somehow violated intellectual property rights. Lenin our team lawyer is looking into that now. Anyway, we leave with The Intern driving us out to drop us off when the discussion between Tomi “I know a guy” Ardiles and Rick “opedia” Creecy begins on whether or not a roadrunner could can kill a rattlesnake. If you are wondering the answer, it is, who cares. Regardless it gives Tony, Bob and I a good laugh in the back seat. We arrive in Green Ridge, MO which does not seem to be known for anything and mount our bikes, spandex and all. Turns out the trail is much harder to ride than asphalt, but still a blast.
Day Two: A Day of Sights – 50 miles
Day Three: A Tale of Two Bikers – 60 miles
A giant boulder. There was a big black snake on it that I was hoping to throw on Tomi, alas as soon as I messed with him he went under the giant boulder.
Bob arriving in Portland
Rhineland. While things went well in the morning Rhineland was 20 miles into our 60 mile day and from here their are two tales to be told. Again I’ll only tell you mine because it is the true one.
Bob had been riding with only a right handed glove due to the Sunday departure time issue. When we stopped in Rhineland by God’s providence I found a left handed adult mountain bike glove. We all rejoiced. Bob fixed his brake with a beer can and pocket knife. Upon leaving Rhineland it all began. Tony and I had been riding ahead up to this point and then stopping every five miles for Bob and Tomi to catch up. However as Tony and I left Rhineland on the trail, Bob and Tomi decided it would be easier to take highway 94 which is paved and smooth. Great plan except we didn’t know what they were doing or where they were going and whether we should continue to wait for them or go. We went. We went because we all discussed the storm that was blowing in and the need to get to Augusta quick.
We had hoped to get food in Treloar at a Bar and Grill. It was closed and so we shook the dust from our sandals and moved on to Peers. Along the way we could see a storm blowing from the south and texted Bob and Tomi to alert them far behind us.
We arrived at Peers Grocery store just as the storm was about to hit. The girl working let us bring our bikes in the back of the store to avoid the rain (picture from after storm). We ordered a pizza and sat down to wait out the storm.
Inside of Peers
So as the storm hits we are waiting for our pizza, Tomi text Tony saying, Please call for help we are trapped under a building. We don’t know where they are or what trapped means, but he was able to get out a text. Tony replies, We are still waiting for our pizza. Turns out they sought shelter under the River View Boat Club which is built on stilts. One little decision to take the road instead of the trail left us warm, dry and enjoy pizza while talking to a local. It left them under a building in lightning, rain and hail while still looking for food. The storm let up and we went on.
This is the Peers mailboxes. I just thought they were artsy looking.
Tony and I final finish the 60 miles. Less than 5 hours (Tony finished 10 minutes before me). Here is the hill leading up into Augusta. It gets bigger after that first hump too.
Tony and I get to the H.S. Clay B&B, clean up and hop into the hot tub. A little over 2 hours later Tomi and Bob arrive via the Alternative Katy Trail (country roads). Since then the debate of who abandoned who has continued. The place was wonderful, the owners Allan and Lee have run it for almost 20 years, he is a european trained chief. Their was a couple staying their from Illinois we got to know during breakfast. Without a doubt it was a little too girlie for 4 fat men to be staying at, but I would recommend it to any Katy Trail riders (or highway riders) as well as to bring your wife to anytime.
More Man Room
Bob and Tony laughing about what all boys laugh about.
For dinner we went to the local brewery, not the best food buy ok. We enjoyed great fellowship and went home to our girlie rooms to sleep.
Day Four: Slow Ride – 0 miles