Lincoln Continental | Rapha

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Lincoln Continental

PHOTOS. Wakefield Pasley

Nebraska is a delight; it’s one big square by hundreds and thousands of smaller Farms, fields, ranches, all on a of right angles and square It’s deceptively not flat, an ocean, where scale and is the difference between table top and range.

While it’s nothing about it is particularly it’s wholesome like the crops and people that sparsely populated with.

On paper, our ride dubbed Lincoln Continental’, is straight. On a map it’s six 8.5” x landscape pages of paper together and nearly four tall. In practice, it’s hours of dirt and gravel due

On the edge of Lincoln, Nebraska, our road, a thin reddish-brown is freshly graded and covered a deep layer of loose and dark mud. The non-absorbent, surface has too much sink and for and hours, we slogcutting dark into the road. We labor traction or control, our trajectory as a result of camber and slope as and intent.

155 miles to our destination in Ponca is a day in any case, but with a soft gripping back it makes 14-mph a full-gas effort.

At regular intervals our unpaved intersects another. From to time farm houses, trees, silos and barns and fade. Our world is steadily parts air, water, and day-dream.

On the far side of the Platte we come all at once to North an intersection-sized town. There we eat a nap, or sleep through a of pancake stacks, biscuits and and pies at the Corner Café.

Emerging finally to a weak the dirt continues but now it’s Our straight road ends at the of a 200 year-old majestic Oak tree and we Left.

In Pender, another nearly empty town into the future, we reprovision. The gas combination convenient store is by a friendly elderly couple about our bikes and adventure. She has made it to Ponca but “sure like to some day when she the time.”

The sun and wind sink into the and make it rustle. Shadows and stretch to the edge of the road, across the shape of fences, silos and newly planted of corn. Deciduous trees for shade and to break the wind in the mounting breeze and shake off the

The sky transitions from blue to pink, reddish-orange and quickly to Stars appear one by one. The now, are a mile long.

The metal sides of barns, cars, wire fencing, porch swings and wind pleasantly glitter and glint in the new

The team is broken-up and surviving the evening one by one. At last, the lets loose its grip and the bend and curve and snake way into the dark and the outskirts of where we eat dinner from a food cart, exhausted and

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