Andrew & I skipped dinner the day before and we are starving. I haven't had any caffeine since my Stallion Pile twenty four hours prior and am starting to hallucinate from withdrawals, so we needed to find some food and some brown liquid stat.
We hit Fort Collins (I guess the dirty side) and only see homeless people. Really, they are everywhere. It looks like there is some sort of park that is the basecamp, and they just had the morning motivational and are heading out for the day. And every single one has a bicycle.
We see no sign of food anywhere. I'm not sure what the locals do for nourishment. Despite my experience at the '6, I turn to Yelp once again. There is a Panera Bread across town if we can hold out for it.
We make the journey to the clean side and find the Panera, which is several miles from the interstate. It's in one of those giant, new suburban shopping centers with winding streets that make it impossible to navigate.
The place is a ghost town, too. I guess this is the new part of town that was built to escape the dirty side. But it's so new that there's no residents yet. It has an if you build it, they will come sort of feeling.
We finally find the Panera and there are maybe two tables of customers and they are the old folks. Early birds looking for worms. It's about 8:30 or so, and in Memphis, these places are packed right about now.
We are in no hurry. It's Saturday morning and we've got about a day and a half of driving, and two days, maybe three (I've taken Monday off, but it's in my best interest to be there) to do it in. So we take our time, eat slow, goof off and enjoy the free wi-fi to catch up on current events while I drink all the free coffee refills that I can.
I guess the folks in Fort Collins are late risers. By the time we left, there was a line out the door. And it was all hot chicks, no fellas. Maybe the homeless dudes in the other side are the trail of victims they left behind.
We gas up and hop back on the road.