Heading to the Burg at 5:30 is growing on me. Jason, Josh, Eric and I all headed out for an easy 50. The humidity was extremely high. On the way out we were cutting through fog like a sharpe butter knife. The conversation was suprisely good for the AM. Before I knew it, we were cresting the final hill into Petersburg. There was so much energy, Eric took the town sprint sign.
Going though town all I could do was think about food. We talked about the McDonalds hash brown patties, and making a ketchup sandwich out of them. Then there was Hardees. They have those little tator tots, mmmmm. The sign at Hardees read Little Thick Burger. I couldn’t get it out of my head.
Unfortunately Petersburg was the end of the line today. We went back through New Salem and headed back to Springfield.
A nice 50 miles before 8:30 am.
Forever yours…. Little Thick Burger….
