Hippies and Indians

We left Salem MO in the morning and we originally planned to do about an 80 mile day. So close to halfway through we stopped in a KFC/Taco Bell to eat some lunch. While we were there, a Native American man comes up to us and tells us that he owned the hotel across the street and he would love it if we came over, signed his register and had a beer...even if we didn't stay in the motel. So when we heard the word beer, we all stopped eating, threw away our food, and sprinted across the street, ignoring all traffic and traffic laws. We went inside and he had a huge list of possible free beers we could choose from. They were all good beers too...I think the only mass-produced American pilsner was Miller High-Life. So we had our free beer, and ended up running into about 4 or 5 other cyclists on the route. We all, having tied on a one-beer buzz, decided to camp out for free behind the motel, which he offered for us. It turned out to be a good decision because there were about 14 cyclists in total that ended up staying there that night. The owners cooked us all dinner and hosted some crazy games in front of the hotel in the yard. It was probably the most entertaining night we've had thus far. So we all drank until about 1 AM. I think when we meet other bikers we bring them down to our level. Everyone was talking about how they'd get up at 5 or 6 in the morning and ride off for the day, but we got them all drinking hard and I think we may have left earlier the next morning than 3/4 of the riders we were with. We're definitely bad influences on other bikers...