Silk

I was at the Sweet Shop, the one and only place open at 6am, when they opened. We wanted to beat the heat, and start early, but first you've got to feed the popcorn popper. There's a kernel of truth to the saying, I was Nebraska born, so I love corn. We looked on the menu, and saw corn grits, cornpone, cornbread, hominy, and cornmeal hotcakes. We had oatmeal, eggs, hashbrowns, and coffee, and were out of town at 7:30. Our average speed has increased a little, and we only had about 40 miles to go to Central City. Thank you Cornelia for recommending the bike, it has been smoother than corn syrup. My ass is real tender though, I have heard corn oil will help.

As soon as you leave town, cornfields begin, with grain silos, corn stalks everywhere, with tassels starting. The shoulders are nice on these roads, but the gravel feels like corn snow. A few hills and corners later, we were in St. Paul, where we stopped for a second breakfast. It was 10:30, so I ordered pancakes with strawberries, and Laura had a tuna sandwich. And coffee. Our ears were burning from sun, so we applied more sunscreen and left an hour later. It was too late to have corn chex or corn flakes, but it seemed like there was corn starch in the hotcakes.
The wind was at our backs, and we arrived in Central City at 1:30, only to find that the only motel in town was the Super 8, which brought back memories of no hot water. There was a seed of mistrust in my mind, but we had no choice. I watched the Tour de France on tv, Laura napped, no doubt dreaming of corn.

The Cornhusker cheerleaders and footall players are cornfed, and it's easy to see why. Corn is everywhere, and as we walked to dinner, I was thinking of the corny cheerleader jokes we like to tell Julie. This town is a maize, so by the time we arrived at the restaurant, I could have eaten a corn cob. The menu was a cornucopia of food choices, including Cornish Hen and corn dogs. Laura had a cornfed beef steak, which she could not eat and sent back. There was candy corn for dessert, but we went to Dairy Queen for ice cream. The dishes we ate off of were Corning ware, and the teenage clerk at the counter had corn rows in her hair. After a stop at a local tavern for corn whiskey, we walked back to the Super 8, where they have popcorn in the lobby for snacking. We passed, and plan on riding about 50 miles tomorrow to Columbus and stay in a bed and breakfast we have reserved. You don't have to be a Cornell graduate to get the theme of this, but if anyone can think of any more corn words, let me know. It can't be done.