I rode a bunch of miles on 50 going through Kansas in 2014.
The road was straight and flat.
It was July and 107°.
The trucks coming at me carried a cushion of air that felt capable of knocking me off my light motorcycle.
There were grain elevators to be seen every so often.
Where there was an elevator there was usually a flashing yellow light (or even a stop sign) and a few houses.
Once in a while there would be a gas station.
It was boring to me but marginally safer than the dirt road grids (sans any stop signs) of OK, which had been our original plan.
Try to stay awake!
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