Cedarville, California

June 4, 2004

Cedarville is just a hop, skip and a jump south of the Oregon/California border. The folks are friendly and the state troopers are thick like flies. I was supposed to go to the Cedarville Cafe, but I ended up at the saloon attached to it. The bar maid had no idea what the Grand Tour was all about so I went next door to collect my stamp and then came back to tell her all about it.

I met several honest-to-goodness cowboys who dropped in to settle the throat dust with a drink or three. Me? Diet Pepsi, baby. The phrase is: "No thanks, I'm riding." Being sober is the only way to ride, but it won't necessarily keep you from being pulled over by smokey. Did I mention the cops were thick like flies? They are quite thick... and there are a lot of them too.

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