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Back in the saddle and headed west
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There is nothing on Earth like a table of drunken rednecks, and thank goodness for that. I have to admit, I had expected more of Colorado; this was kind of a letdown. Stewbert and I arrived in Fort Morgan after logging nearly 900 miles, thus kicking off our 2011 cross-country motorcycle trip.