When I told Steve we need to ride 21 miles into the town of Audubon to reach breakfast, he cringed slightly and said âthatâll be a tough pullâ. It indeed was, mostly because some the gravel roads were wet and the mud slowed our roll. My legs were so muddy that I hosed off at the coffee shop when we arrived. A breakfast burrito, cinnamon roll and cappuccino was all I needed to rejuvenate my body.
Kate, the owner, noticed Steveâs Jersey said âSolvang Centuryâ and said âI grew up in Santa Ynezâ. Small world! When I asked how she ended up in Iowa she explained it was her husbandâs job with AMVC. The more she got involved in her town, the more she liked it. She told us the story of how she bought the building and fixed it up and rents out the upstairs. She suggested we go see Albert, the worldâs largest bull and we did. You canât do a road trip and not see some kitschy roadside attraction.
A mile later on the T-Bone Trail, we were flagged down by a couple that heard about us at the cafe. They call themselves âGabbie and Crabbyâ and we had a good roadside chat.
Sunnyside campground in the town of Atlantic, was our chosen destination and we rode to Rancho Grande restaurant to enjoy some tacos.
Summary: we rode 52 miles from Whiterock campground to Sunnyside campground in Atlantic on Fig ave (gravel), 140th street, Chestnut Road, 190th Street, T-bone trail, and city streets in Atlantic.
Stick to your day job, Costner.
If you build itâŚ.. is the Bull anything to do with the naming of the T-Bone Trail?
Albert was named for Albert Kruse, a past president of a local bank, who was responsible for launching an annual local beef promotion named Operation T-Bone — which should not be confused with Operation Pork Chop, a local pork industry drive that lacked the vision to build a giant, talking pig to promote itself
Love the cornfield video!
A corny skit for sure